My 9 year old daughter wrote about the homeless

[deptfordmarmoset]

Excellent writing from her. Impressive. I reckon she's now earned the right to her first hot meal of the year and a night in her own bed!

 

[midliferider]

Send it to Jeremy Corbyn.
He can use it at next PM question time.

 

[Saluki]

Blimey. That is outstanding.
Have you thought about the Radio 2 500 words story competition?
Well done Miss @Thomk

 

[Buck]

Proud moment.

My children never cease to amaze me with their talent too although I'm not sure where they get it from.

Enjoy the weekend with that nice warm glow

 

[screenman]

Fantastic writing, it touched me and brought back memories of being made homeless with my wife and 2 month old son, not an experience I would wish upon any others.

 

[growingvegetables]

Nothing new to add .... but good on your wee lass! Insight, wisdom ... and writing style.

 

[steve50]

Thanks for all your kind comments. I will pass them on to little Thomk when I pluck up the courage to tell her I've shared her story online

To be honest this story shocked me a bit. She's written well for a while but this is the first time I felt my emotions being manipulated through her prose. It doesn't seem long ago that I was wiping dribble from her chin!

Your baby is growing up faster than you realised, I too was caught "on the hop" when I suddenly became aware my little girl wasn't so little anymore at the tender age of thirteen.

 

[Mrs M]

Absolutely no need at all for you to apologise for posting and feeling proud.
A beautiful and very thoughtful piece of writing from an obviously, very caring young lady.

 

[Fab Foodie]

My daughters teacher had a chat about the homeless at school yesterday and the children then wrote a story on that topic. The teacher sent it home to show us and I'm so proud of her that I find myself posting it here (sorry):

"I dread waking up each day, if I even get to sleep that is. Every night I hope that I will wake up to find myself back in my old home with my mum and dad beside a roaring fire. The last time I ate properly is too far back to remember. I am constantly hungry, a pain which never stops. Hunger gnaws at my insides making me feel weak and helpless.

Whatever the season I am sick. Winter or summer I cough away, nose running. But winters are the worst. Frost creeps through my thin rags, chilling me to the bone. When it snows I can barely, barely move, shivering and shaking until the sun comes and melts it. I am dirty and grimy, a consequence of not having a wash for at least a year. People walk past with disgusted looks on their faces. I want to shake them, to harm them. They make me so angry! Maybe I could…no. Mum and dad always taught me not to steal no matter how desperate.

They are gone now, but I still follow their example. Yes, my parents are dead. When we first became homeless they insisted on giving me all the food they could find until they just wasted away. Now it’s just me and Star, my dog. Oh, she is the one joy of my life, her tricks, her everlasting happiness. But I am so worried about her. She is getting thinner and thinner. I couldn’t bear losing her, I would be so lonely without her.

I am cold. I am sad. I am homeless. Please help."

Thomk's daughter - Year 4

Kids see stuff with a clarity that adults have long lost. 10/10.

 

[Thomk]

Blimey. That is outstanding.
Have you thought about the Radio 2 500 words story competition?
Well done Miss @Thomk

She did it last year and will do it again this time. I'll ask her if she wants to use this one!

 

[Thomk]

It looks like she is going to use it and add a section at the beginning - a dream before she wakes up describing a happy day from her home life before she became homeless.

I'm worried she reads too much - must start encouraging more telly!