My Life - Original Writing

After a while, Mama came in. She smiled at me and said, “Good morning,” before she bent over Sarah’s crib.

There was a knock at the door. It was Dad. “Hi, Lyn,” he said, smiling.

“Indeed I am kiddos…” Father spoke blankly, with a sad smile smearing across his well structured face. He had sky-blue eyes, with a mustache that curls at the end, like a cowboy’s whip.

“Sweetheart, can I please talk to you?” my mom whispered. She sat alongside me on the bed and rubbed my back, like she did when I was a little girl.

She called his name with a sigh in her voice and rubbed her hand across his head. There were toys all over his bedroom floor, colorful sheets and curtains with Disney charters all around. A night light placed in the royal blue wall of the house which brought a bright

I looked up at my dad that wore a smirk on his face as he gave me a wink. I was still wide eyed and shaken that my dad actually got me with a spooky story, I thought I was too old for that stuff but I guess not.

That’s when I heard the door open. It was my mom. So, I went downstairs to find a present on the table. I looked around for someone but there was no one there. When I opened it it was the most cutest snow globe I had ever seen. It had every disney character you could think of,and a whole lot

“The snow was falling

“Then, we had hot chocolate with swirling marshmallows and whipped cream like soft serve. Along with that, piece or two of Russell stover milk chocolate candy. The rooms were so scenic, with Christmas decor everywhere. Ornaments, ribbon and that odor, oh good lord, it was so Christmasy.”

We thanked her, and I made my way to my parents. "You knew about this?" I asked.

“You bet!” I chime back. We let our stubby five-year-old feet wander into the winter wonderland. We gaze at the sky in awe; it is grey, but the snow makes it all better.

“I brought chocolate.” Bruno stated plainly. Miska and Shmuel nodded. An uncomfortable silence fell over the three boys.

"Of course! You can't have an adventure without a Icee." He told me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. After we each got a blue raspberry Icee (Michael claiming that Cherry was a curse from the gods) Michael was once again tugging me down the side walk. The sun was nearly set now, but the night air was warm, making me

I scooped up what was now splintered pieces of wood. Melted snow trickled from my hands.

It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.