Nightmare Came True

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A childhood memory

Submitted: May 18, 2011

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Nightmare Came True

“She kept at true good humour's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: She

never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when she died.”One day this quote

was said and explained to me and never told to me again. “WHY??????????????”

GOOD MORNING.

ANT, ANT, ANT, ANT, ANT, ANT, my body woke up like a dog that hears his

owner arrives home. “Mom-mom wake up wake up time to go to work!!!!” My grandma got up and

took me downstairs to have coffee. Well actually I had watered down tea. After I had breakfast

with my grandma I went upstairs to help her get dress. Six Thirty is what the clock read and it

was a said time for me. Why?, well because it was time for my grandma to leave. “Bye Shakira

ILY!!!” “No see you later Mom-mom ILY more!!!” “Later baby.” I went upstairs to go wake my mom.

“Mooooooooom, Wake up!!!!” My mom got up and I offered her some of my watered down tea.

“Ewwww No thanx!!” Then my mom told me to go get dress..............................

HAPPY TIME

My grandma finally arrived home and when she came there was a big bag in her

hand. “Mom-mom what’s that bag for?” “Come see Missy Pooh” When I open the bag it was full

of toys and clothes“Oh Thank you thank you thank you” “Come on lets go to the Please Touch

Museum.” “Yay I LOVE U MOM-MOM.” When we arrived to the museum I came upon a quote.

The quote said “She kept at true good humour's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide:

She never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when she died.”

“What does that mean Mom-Mom?” “It mean this person never made anyone cry until they

had died. This was a person that was loved and when they had died it made people heart hurt.”

AT HOME

My mom told me I had to go to bed. I layed down and had a nightmare. I woke up crying

out my nightmare and ran to my mom.”Mooooooom I had a bad dream and Mom-Mom died in it”

My mom beat me and told me to go back to bed. I don’t know why she beat me but I think it was

because she was afraid that my grandma was gonna die or she thought I was lying. I went back

to sleep and when I woke up to wake my Mom-Mom up I heard weeping by my her room. I

peeked in and saw my mom over my Mom-Mom crying. I called to my Mom-Mom and got no

response. As I moved closer to the bed my mom yelled and told me to leave in a choking voice. I

sat in my room for like 13 minutes and thought about what I just saw. Then I realized : “She kept

at true good humour's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: She never made a brow

look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when she died.”


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