I set the timer for 15 minutes and told her to just free write. I said to write about a mom and her two kids.
BOOM…off she went.
I love HOW she writes. Man. She has a gift, and I tell her to keep it up!
The table
A girl about 26 wearing blue jeans and a ruffled green shirt sat down in a chair. Her face was covered in blood and her eyes were swollen.
The first thing that I saw was my mother and father dressed up in black clothes and their faces all red. I saw my sister clenching my father so hard her knuckles were white. I saw my brother crying in my father’s arms. There I was 3 days old looking around for the first time. My mother had said I was special, for I had heard her.
I had learned how to sit up by two months old. And I could walk by 5 months old. There was no doubt about it I was the most special kid on earth. Everywhere I went I heard whispers followed by oohs or aahs. When people heard of my name, they would collapse ,faint ,or pass out.
By 12 I knew every word in the dictionary. You could ask me any question, and I would have the answer straight away top of my tongue.
By 17 years old, every single girl would look at me, stare at me and faint ,over how beautiful and cute I was.
By 20 years old, I thought I had a great life, I had a beautiful wife, who every night would come home and talk to me as if I was her best friend.
But then one night, when I got home from my nightly job, shoveling snow at a friends house, my wife told me some news that changed my life forever.