I’m not getting a little sister for Christmas now.

    The phone rang early this morning and my dad woke me up and took me next door to Mr. Birnbaum’s.  It was very dark and my dad was scared, so I got scared, too.  My dad said I was going to stay there today with Mr. Birnbaum while he went to the hospital to see my mom.  Mr. Birnbaum yells at me sometimes when I go into his yard, but today he was really nice to me.  He let me watch TV and he gave me ice cream.  It was coffee ice cream and I don’t like coffee ice cream, but I said I did and I ate it anyway.  It’s like presents, I guess.

There is some other stuff here, but I have done some editing so as to preserve the integrety of  the submission of this story.

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