Red Roses
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OK, I know this isn't the best thing I ever wrote, but my moms friend was telling my mom about it last night and I couldn't get it out of my head. So I decided to write about it. It's based on a true story, but I had to change some things to make sure that the family could keep their privacy, and to make the story work.
Tuesday March 3, 1996
I’m sitting here in my room. It’s nighttime and mommy thinks I’m sleeping. I can hear her in the next room, crying. I still don’t understand what’s going on. Mommy says that Uncle Joe is dead. But no, he’s not. I saw him this morning. But wait! I’m not making much sense am I? This is the first time I’m writing in a diary. My friend, Liz, has a diary and she started off by talking about herself. Maybe I should do that. Well, my name is Hannah, and today was my 8th birthday. Uncle Joe was the one, who gave me this diary, so how can he be dead? Mommy says I’m too young to understand but I don’t think so. After all, I am 8 years old. This birthday was just like any other, except for one little thing. It’s bothering me, and mommy says writing about things helps, so I’ll write it down in here.
I woke up this morning and ran into the kitchen. My presents were piled up on the table. I love birthdays and getting presents! Mommy was serving breakfast to my Uncle Joe and my Uncle Danny. They have been living with us ever since daddy left us. My mom came over, hugged me, and wished me a happy birthday. I sat down in the empty seat next to Uncle Joe, who ruffled my hair. I like Uncle Joe more than I like Uncle Danny. Uncle Danny is well known for his temper and his angry outbursts. Well, anyway, mommy made pancakes for me, because she knows I like them. After breakfast, I opened my presents. One from each mommy, Uncle Joe, and Uncle Danny. I’m now allowed to invite friends over, because Uncle Danny doesn’t like kids and we can’t go out for my birthday because we’ve been kind of poor since daddy left. Mommy got me a new book; I forget what it’s called but I can’t wait to start reading it. Uncle Joe gave me this diary; like I already mentioned and Uncle Danny got me a new doll. After lunch, we were all sitting in the living room. Mommy was in her armchair, reading, Uncle Joe was lying on the couch, because he wasn’t feeling well, and Uncle Danny was sitting on the floor, trying to fix a radio. I wanted to watch t.v. but Uncle Joe wouldn’t let me. He said he had a terrible headache. I started crying and told him I hated him. Mommy put her book away and went up to Uncle Joe and told him to let me watch t.v.. Uncle Joe got really mad and slapped mommy across the face. She has a huge bruise. I started to cry again and I ran up to him and started hitting him. Uncle Danny jumped up and yelled at Uncle Joe, telling him to not hit my mommy; their sister. Uncle Danny ran over, he was still holding a screwdriver in his hand and he started stabbing Uncle Joe with it. I was covered in blood and so were Uncle Joe, Uncle Danny, and mommy. Mommy screamed, grabbed me, and threw me out of the room.
That’s all I remember. Mommy says when she threw me out of the room, I hit my head against the wall and passed out. But she also says that Uncle Joe is dead, so I’m not going to believe her. She’s not very good at lying, is she? Now I think about it, I never thanked Uncle Joe for my diary. I’ll thank him tomorrow. And while I’m at it, I’ll tell him I’m sorry for saying that I hate him.
And yes, if you haven't figured it out, Uncle Joe is dead.
Tuesday March 3, 1996
I’m sitting here in my room. It’s nighttime and mommy thinks I’m sleeping. I can hear her in the next room, crying. I still don’t understand what’s going on. Mommy says that Uncle Joe is dead. But no, he’s not. I saw him this morning. But wait! I’m not making much sense am I? This is the first time I’m writing in a diary. My friend, Liz, has a diary and she started off by talking about herself. Maybe I should do that. Well, my name is Hannah, and today was my 8th birthday. Uncle Joe was the one, who gave me this diary, so how can he be dead? Mommy says I’m too young to understand but I don’t think so. After all, I am 8 years old. This birthday was just like any other, except for one little thing. It’s bothering me, and mommy says writing about things helps, so I’ll write it down in here.
I woke up this morning and ran into the kitchen. My presents were piled up on the table. I love birthdays and getting presents! Mommy was serving breakfast to my Uncle Joe and my Uncle Danny. They have been living with us ever since daddy left us. My mom came over, hugged me, and wished me a happy birthday. I sat down in the empty seat next to Uncle Joe, who ruffled my hair. I like Uncle Joe more than I like Uncle Danny. Uncle Danny is well known for his temper and his angry outbursts. Well, anyway, mommy made pancakes for me, because she knows I like them. After breakfast, I opened my presents. One from each mommy, Uncle Joe, and Uncle Danny. I’m now allowed to invite friends over, because Uncle Danny doesn’t like kids and we can’t go out for my birthday because we’ve been kind of poor since daddy left. Mommy got me a new book; I forget what it’s called but I can’t wait to start reading it. Uncle Joe gave me this diary; like I already mentioned and Uncle Danny got me a new doll. After lunch, we were all sitting in the living room. Mommy was in her armchair, reading, Uncle Joe was lying on the couch, because he wasn’t feeling well, and Uncle Danny was sitting on the floor, trying to fix a radio. I wanted to watch t.v. but Uncle Joe wouldn’t let me. He said he had a terrible headache. I started crying and told him I hated him. Mommy put her book away and went up to Uncle Joe and told him to let me watch t.v.. Uncle Joe got really mad and slapped mommy across the face. She has a huge bruise. I started to cry again and I ran up to him and started hitting him. Uncle Danny jumped up and yelled at Uncle Joe, telling him to not hit my mommy; their sister. Uncle Danny ran over, he was still holding a screwdriver in his hand and he started stabbing Uncle Joe with it. I was covered in blood and so were Uncle Joe, Uncle Danny, and mommy. Mommy screamed, grabbed me, and threw me out of the room.
That’s all I remember. Mommy says when she threw me out of the room, I hit my head against the wall and passed out. But she also says that Uncle Joe is dead, so I’m not going to believe her. She’s not very good at lying, is she? Now I think about it, I never thanked Uncle Joe for my diary. I’ll thank him tomorrow. And while I’m at it, I’ll tell him I’m sorry for saying that I hate him.
And yes, if you haven't figured it out, Uncle Joe is dead.
