For LL/writing we have to do a
short story. Based on the rules of this type of texts
we can choose 2
differents topics:
-a bad relation
ship with a mother and a son or daughter
- and about
"social classes"
MY MOTHER, AND ME
When I was a
little boy , like it usually happened, I loved my mum. In almost all cases we
still loved her until she died, even when she died we thought, that she was
still there. But in my case it was not like that, I didn't love her, even when
she brought me to earth. I don't care; there were no words that can describe
the damage she brought me. How could I resist so many years? I didn't know. Why
was she pregnant if she didn't want to have a baby? , those are some of the
questions. But I'm not interested to focus on that. Now that I'm free I will
live my life. Without anybody disturbing me. Thank god I escaped from my mum, I
so sure I choose the correct way. -but why did you escaped? My friend Tommy
asked. I sat down such in a comfortable way and I said- the story began like
this:
One day when I was
a little boy I lived on the streets with my mum, she didn't love me, she hated
me, we usually worked up about 5:30 and we "start working". Our work
was that she sat down on a chair collecting money and I cleaned the shoes of
strange people. In that time I loved doing that. I always did my work with a
lot of effort. I also did it because I appreciated that woman a lot, that woman
that sit down in that chair and counted coin by coin. One day I asked her, -how
did you do to get such an important job? Admiring her - because I have you!
jajaja! she told me. In that moment I have fun with her because I had no idea
of what she was referring to.
That day I thought
a lot about the words my mother told me.
Days passed by and
I still thought about that day " I cannot get what she said" I told
myself. Now I'm 13 and yes, I realize the meaning of those words that changed
my life. after some years I continued being the innocent guy that I had always
been. But the next year I changed and not because of me because of my mum, yes,
my mother. She start treating me worse than before and I started to feel
unhappy, the next 3 years were of poor unhappiness. I started to worked more
and more. I worked as a seller of socks that a man gave me, as a gardener,
going house by house and selling drugs. I needed the money a lot. So, I did it
but it was not a difficult situation, I have never consumed anything and that
gave me a lot of money. that was the problem the money. I worked a lot and I
never had my money even worse, I had nothing . Thats why one day I didn't want
that life never more. I told my mum that I was going to work. In my bag I took
all my money and I escaped. I didn't know where but I go.
Now I have a
family. My wife josely and my two sons Louis and Victor. I love them and I am
very happy.
End.
We also read a
short story called the son's veto of Thomas Hardy
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