I suppose I will have to begin at the beginning. I'm 13
years old currently but this story took place when I was
12.
You see when I was 8 years old my father died of
cancer. My family went through rough times but we survived.
One day when I was 12 years old my mother and I were
downstairs folding clothes, we were all alone in the house
except for my baby brother Michael who was upstairs
sleeping at the time. We folded the clothes in silence
listening to the baby monitor in case my brother began to
cry. We were just about done folding the clothes when we
heard my little brother whine a bit, I was just about to
go upstairs and check on him when we heard a voice, the
voice said, "It's ok Michael...go back to sleep Michael
everything will be all right." My mom and me looked at the
monitor then my mom told me to run up and check on Michael
while she called Tim (Michael's father) to see if it was
him.
I ran upstairs and opened my little brothers door
slowly, I peeked in and saw Michael fast asleep holding
onto his teddy-bear. I closed the door with a feeling as
if somebody was watching me. I ran downstairs frightened
and my mom met me halfway saying, "It wasn't Tim
Steph...It wasn't Tim." I looked at her and said, "Theres
nobody upstairs mom..." My mom smiled a bit and said, "I
knew this day would come." I asked her what she meant but
she simply said, "Your dad just came to welcome the baby I
guess..." I looked at her as if she was crazy but figured
it was a better explanation than a robber disappearing.
So
it's up to you to decide if it was my dad or a robber
thank you for reading this.
Contact me here: stephanie366@hotmail.com
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