Here is a very sweet story that my granddaughter
wrote for me. She is a beautiful and intelligent 8 year old inspiring
writer. I told her if she wrote
something for me I would post it on my website…Alize, here it is.
My First Trip Away From Home
By: Narissa (Alize) Faublas
One day I was packing my stuff to go to Puerto
Rico I was happy at the time, but then at the same time I wasn’t.
I was going with my cousins and not my mom, that’s what made me sad. I was told that I had to go. When I arrived
at the airport I sat next to my mom until it was time for my plane to leave.
My cousins were doing the same thing
because we weren’t going to see our parents for two weeks. When it was time for
our plane to leave I started to hug my mom and I began to cry. I told her to call me every day and she said that
she would call me every day so she could speak to me. When we were taking off
all of my cousins started to cry and so I took my blanket out of my carry on
bag and wiped my tears with it. When I was there and I was waiting for my
grandmother I was with my cousins and we were trying to get our luggage but
that did not work. So I kept on looking to see if my grandmother was there and
she was. I told my cousin that I saw the people that were going to pick me up. They helped me get my luggage and they helped
my cousins get their luggage. When they
looked out the door they saw their grandmothers and my grandma. So, since we
were all hungry my grandmother said that we all would go to Wendy’s to get a
little bite to eat. That way we would
not be hungry on the way to my Great Grandmothers house. Because, she did not cook and if we were hungry there
was no food for us to eat. So after we ate we went to my grandmother’s house
and that was boring because she is old.
So after that we went home and I
unpacked my clothes. After one week I was sad. I missed my mom. So I told my
grandmother and she said that I shouldn’t be sad because my mom is coming in
one week. So after that week me and my grandma went to the airport to pick up
my mom. When we were there, we saw my
mom and we went to help her get her luggage so we could go home. After my mom
got her luggage we went home and while we were in the car I asked my mom how
long are we staying here. She said like about one week or five days and then she
said why? I said I don’t know why, I
just want to know how long we were staying.
When we got home we helped her unpack
her stuff. The next day we went to the water park but it wasn’t any fun,
because my grandmother does not like water rides, so she did not go inside the
water even when I begged her so much,
she still would not go in the water.
After a week, there was only a few
days left to before I went home. The rest of the days we were there we went
horse back riding and we went to the beach. Then when the day came to leave I
also cried because I was going to miss my grandmother; what we did together and
she wasn’t going to come to New York for a long time. We had a great time
together and I was going to miss the water park
BY Narissa
Faublas
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