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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