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A good memoir:
Choose one event or story that you were told over the holiday. Pretend you
were that person in that situation. Tell the story from their point of view.
Write the story in Google Docs and paste it into your blog when you are
finished. Before you post it, re-read the requirements of a good memoir
(above) and make sure your story covers the criteria.
Draft
12 Months....
12 Months....
Zo? Zo? Zo!!! I yelled as she ran away from me. She
crossed the grass field to the waterfall on the other side. She
either ignored me or couldnt hear me. I didnt know which one
was better. I was kind of hoping for the former. I ran to her petite
figure and picked her up. I looked at the innocent expression on
her face. Her eyes seemed to avoid mine. I craned my neck to
follow her small, delicate head. Her eyes averted from mine as I
looked into her eyes.. She was struggling to get free from my
strong grasp. I let her go and set her down gently on the grass I
watched as she waddled to a group of other kids. I could feel
heat rush to my face as Zo took a toy away from another child.
When the child tried to take it back, she hit him. I rushed over and
took the toy away from my daughter and gave it back to the child.
I apologized over the hectic sound of Zo crying. I carried Zo and
walked back to the house, rocking her back and forth, trying to
soothe her. I opened the door and sat her down on the sofa. I
turned on the TV. She stopped crying almost immediately.
13 Months ....
13 Months ....
Told you, my mother said, a smug look on her face. She was
cradling a sleeping Zo in her arms. I looked at the piece of paper
in my hands. When I read it again, I felt the weight of the world lift
off my shoulders. A slow smile spread across my face. I smiled
gleefully at the small, peaceful figure in my mothers arms. I let
out a breath I didnt know I was holding since we left the doctors
office.
Yeah, I guess you were right, I said. I let out a shaky laugh.
Mother knows best, she tapped my nose. Zo stirred in her lap.
She let out a small sound. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. I
reached for my bag and pulled out a small toy. I gave it to Zo.
Zo eyed it with interest and then started playing with it. Before I
knew it, she threw it across the floor of the taxi. I reached for my
bag to get another toy. She reached for it and then threw it across
the floor. I picked up the scattered toys and put them back. I gave
her a picture book instead. Zo lost interest quickly.
18 Months ....
I set Zo down gently on the bed. Tears ran down my face. I re-
read the email from the headmaster for the umpteenth time. I
shook my head. I stepped over to the cupboard and pulled out the
doctors paper. I stared at it endlessly. I ripped it up. I buried a
scream into a pillow, not caring if Zo woke up. I banged my head
carelessly against the headboard
No...No... Zo isnt autistic. Just active. The doctors said so... I
assured myself over and over. I curled up into a ball and cried
there for what seemed like hours.
I woke up shaking uncontrollably and sweating. I took a deep
breath and then let it out. I repeated this again and again until I
felt satisfied. I remembered a conversation I had with a friend a
few months back. I realized what I needed to do.
20 Months ....