The original story was read to us out loud, and it was our job to re-create it in a different perspective. This is a collaborative piece because I worked on it with my partner Jake. This was very fun to do and was a good exercise to do in order to play with perspective. If I could revise this exercise again, I would probably add a bit more detail.
I was only four when mommy went away and never came back. I missed her, but me and papa were still together. I liked to play in the yard while he worked. Sometimes the lady next door watched me when papa had to leave. Papa did a lot for me, made breakfast, cleaned, and even fixed my doll when it needed it. Because I was lonely, Papa found me a little kitty-cat to keep me company. On Sundays, he would take me to church, and even sometimes a to Sunday school picnic. He would say, "Your mommy would of." Each night he made me pray, and if I forgot, he made sure I did it the next morning. Once I was able to go to school, he would take me when he could, and even stayed with me once. Papa didn't feel comfortable though, and never came back again. My papa got sick when I was only six, he never told me, but I could tell by his cough. I would sing to my doll when he wasn't with me, which he often wasn't anymore. At night, he didn't give me no more kisses. He said, "I was a big girl now." I missed his kisses. Randomly, families kept stopping by, talked to me, but always left. Things stayed the same at the house until one day. I walked away with mt new blue parasol, and what I found to be my new parents. I never saw my Papa again, I didn't even get to wave goodbye.
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