I wake up to the comforting sound of my mother’s voice saying “Tana, time to wake up”. The birds are chirping outside my window and the sun is shining into my already yellow painted room. I can smell the lovely aroma of eggs, bacon, grits, and potatoes. I hop out of bed and run down the stairs. My grandparents, whom I call Granny and Poppa, have already started their day. Poppa is sitting in his rocking chair, reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. Granny is setting the table for breakfast. She asks me to help bring the different jellies and jams over to the table for our toast. I’m almost 6 years old and my mother and I are living with my grandparents. I feel happy, safe, comfortable, and content here. My mom comes downstairs after she gets her shower. We sit down and enjoy breakfast together, talking about our plans for the day.
After breakfast, it’s time to get dressed, brush my teeth, and get ready for the rest of the day. I love the toothpaste my Granny uses, it’s gentle and has a slight orangey flavor. I make my bed just like my mother taught me. I decide I’m going to play outside today. I walk out the front door and look at the bright blue sky. It’s a beautiful, warm, and sunny summer day with just the right amount of wind. The chipmunk that lives under the steps is scurrying around in the flowerbed. The squirrels are climbing around in the trees. I wave to our neighbor, whom I call Miss Betty. I love to play at her house when her grandchildren are visiting. My best friend Ashton lives across the street. She comes over and we ride our bikes together. Then we play on my swing set in the backyard. We swing so high we feel like we are flying. Granny comes out with a picnic lunch for us. She must know we’re starving by now. I help her set up the blanket on the grass. Ashton and I enjoy our sandwiches and carrot sticks. We wash it down with my favorite juice. Now it’s time to color. I have tons of sidewalk chalk. I begin to draw on the sidewalk, a picture of my comfort zone. In this moment, I am completely carefree, not a worry in the world.
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Mom
2/1/2017 11:59:02 am
<3
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Katana
2/2/2017 09:10:52 am
<3 <3
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Sabatino
2/2/2017 08:59:35 am
This entry shows the beginnings of a moving story. I appreciate the use of detail and focus on one moment to create a scene. I look forward to reading more of your work (seems like you already have a fan...)
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Katana
2/2/2017 09:10:20 am
Thank you!!! I really enjoyed writing this one!
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Janet
2/6/2017 08:30:36 am
I really love your story. It reminds me my grandmother's house. love it.
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