Dear Person,
When I came home from school today, my mom walked up to me and touched my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. I could tell that something was up, and maybe she was going to tell me something. And, I was right. She said to me that she wanted to talk to me.
We walked into the kitchen and I sat down on one of the barstools that were in front of our island. She stood in front of me, in front of the island. She said, "Arthur, you may not know why grandpa is here or what has happened, just know it's something that could be genetic and something you could grow up with. We will tell you soon, hopefully soon, so you could understand more. But, for right now, just be patient, okay? We love you and care about you, we just don't want to be scared, okay? Now, go upstairs and study or something." After that, I did go upstairs; but, instead of studying or doing homework or doing something ..useful, I am writing to you. I still don't know hi this will go to, just know that I'm going to give this to someone special and/or someone I want to know about me, my family, my life, or just something. And, hopefully I don't bore you.
Love,
Arthur.
YOU ARE READING
Sam
Non-FictionA young boy, named Arthur, doesn't know what has happened to his grandpa. He writes about his story, until he's grown up. Read on to see what happens. (Suckish details, but the story will be better!)
