Tuesday, May 11, 2010
DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT By Alex, age 8
Don’t Worry About It
I was playing football with my dad in my parents’ bedroom and the wall was the goal. My dad grabbed my legs to tackle me but he was only playing. My mom was taking a bath and I could smell the shampoo in her hair even though the bathroom was near the kitchen. She yelled to my dad from the bathtub about social security and taxes. My dad said, “Don’t worry about it.”
On my first day of preschool my mom had to sign a lot of forms. My mother didn’t know how to sign her name in English but she knew how to sign in Chinese. She wrote J and a T. It was her first time signing her name in English.
It was my first day of Chinese school. The whole school smelled like glue. The classroom felt too warm. I heard a bus outside. I didn’t know what my teacher was saying. Everything she was saying was in Mandarin and I only knew Cantonese. I felt nervous. I thought of the time I was lost in a store in Chinatown. My classmate asked me in English, “Do you know what the teacher is talking about?”
I said, “No.”
At recess I saw my cousin. He told me, “Do you have any food?”
I said, “Ok,” and I gave him a gummy worm.
About the Author
Hi, my name is Alex. I am eight years old. I live in San Francisco with my dad, mom and my three sisters. I am good at math. Someday I want to be good at sewing. I want to be a fourth grade teacher when I grow up. This is my first published book.