Thomk
Guru
- Location
- Warwickshire
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
"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
