By Siena DeMink
My great Aunt Joyce died last week in her sleep. I wasn’t that sad though, because I didn’t know her very well. Maybe a couple visits here and there, but they aren't much fun, just a bunch of adult talk. My aunt is really rich; when I say rich, I mean like a MULTI BILLIONAIRE! I was excited for her funeral, not that I wanted her to die or anything, but I was hoping that she would give me her house or at least her car. The funeral itself was kind of depressing. Everyone cried. I faked a tear or two so I would not be seen as rude.
I was excited when they called out what my great Aunt Joyce had left for families or certain people in particular. She gave my older brother her car. My cousin and her husband Carl got her house. I was like maybe she would give me a small fortune instead? But instead I got a lousy book shelf that had one book in it - ONE BOOK! Everyone got something big and extravagant! And I got a bookshelf.
When I got home from great Aunt Joyce's funeral, I was in a kind of a grumpy mood and a little salty with my family because they all got really cool stuff. Even my little brother Jack got thirty grand. What is a five year old supposed to do with thirty grand? At least maybe the book was one of those books that you could read over and over again, and it never gets old.
It turns out that the book is my great aunt's diary! Woah, her life was crazy! I had no idea she didn't go to college, and she was an acrobat. I always thought she was one of those people who follows in the family tradition, which is to be a doctor, have two children, and put food on the table. I had no idea at all! Although her life was full there were plenty of empty pages. Her last message was a message to me that read, “Write your life here.” Then I realized she gave me the best gift of all: freedom, the chance to write my own life story.
My great Aunt Joyce died last week in her sleep. I wasn’t that sad though, because I didn’t know her very well. Maybe a couple visits here and there, but they aren't much fun, just a bunch of adult talk. My aunt is really rich; when I say rich, I mean like a MULTI BILLIONAIRE! I was excited for her funeral, not that I wanted her to die or anything, but I was hoping that she would give me her house or at least her car. The funeral itself was kind of depressing. Everyone cried. I faked a tear or two so I would not be seen as rude.
I was excited when they called out what my great Aunt Joyce had left for families or certain people in particular. She gave my older brother her car. My cousin and her husband Carl got her house. I was like maybe she would give me a small fortune instead? But instead I got a lousy book shelf that had one book in it - ONE BOOK! Everyone got something big and extravagant! And I got a bookshelf.
When I got home from great Aunt Joyce's funeral, I was in a kind of a grumpy mood and a little salty with my family because they all got really cool stuff. Even my little brother Jack got thirty grand. What is a five year old supposed to do with thirty grand? At least maybe the book was one of those books that you could read over and over again, and it never gets old.
It turns out that the book is my great aunt's diary! Woah, her life was crazy! I had no idea she didn't go to college, and she was an acrobat. I always thought she was one of those people who follows in the family tradition, which is to be a doctor, have two children, and put food on the table. I had no idea at all! Although her life was full there were plenty of empty pages. Her last message was a message to me that read, “Write your life here.” Then I realized she gave me the best gift of all: freedom, the chance to write my own life story.
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