Stories that Don't Involve Shorts

Written By a Six Year Old

I have a family.

Me, my mommy and my daddy.

We are the best family in the world! :D

We talk. We go out. We eat. We play. We love each other.
As a family :)

Sure, my mommy is busy with work, and I am busy with school.
My daddy is at home, but he is trying to find a job at home.
So we don't hang out as much.

But it's okay! We have weekends.

And we are still the best family in the world. :)

Sure, my mommy can be tired, and she gets angry when I try to talk her.
Or when I ask her to help me in my homework.

But it's fine! My daddy helps me.
And I have a toy called an iPad.

I can watch videos and play games there.
It's fun.

My mommy and daddy wants me to stop playing with it sometimes.

I don't want to. It's fun.

But I stop.
Because nothing can replace my family.

Sure, I like the iPad too much, and my mommy gets very angry when I don't want to stop.
She sometimes take it away and lock me in my bedroom for a while.

And I stomp my feet in return and cry.

But it's fine! I can fix my mistakes.

For my family.

Because they are the best family in the world.

Sure, my mommy gets angry about a lot of things.

Like me.

And me.

And me.

And my dad.

And me.

But I say sorry and she is happy again.

And just like that, we are the best family in the world.

Sure, my daddy is sad because of me not getting good grades and being too busy with the iPad.

And my mommy and my daddy fight a lot.

And my mommy makes me cry and makes me scared.

And the only way I don't see it is when I go to school.

And I want to scream and get angry.

But it's rude. So I keep my anger in my heart.

It might burst, but at least I won't be rude to my family.

The best family in the world.

The family which my mom says is broken.

The family that is broken because of me.

Because of my fault.

I'm sorry.

But sorry is not enough, is it?

But I still say sorry.

For being the child you never wanted.