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The following entry is written by the Daughter of a close friend of mine.
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This is a competition where schools enter all their children from 7-14 years old. The theme is autobiographical and to encourage, support and celebrate young peoples writing about their own lives, a memorable incident or a significant person. Heathers school have been entering this for more than 10 years and nobody has ever got anywhere. Last year there were 10,000 entries (there were more this year) and 20 winners were picked from this – 10 primary and 10 secondary.
Heather is one of the 10 secondary chosen this year and she wins an interactive whiteboard, digital projector, digital camera and DVD player for the school. She will receive a PSP and 3 tickets for her to see a Shakespeare play at The Globe in London. She receives her award on 6 June in London at The Globe where it will be presented by Michael Rosen and Jacqueline Wilson (she will also receive signed editions of their books).
Hope you find it as touching and as inspirational as I did,
One proud Dad
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Month by Month
One breath. I glanced around slowly; knowing there was something wrong. He looked at me. One moment I’ll never forget. We stared into each other’s eyes. It ended. I felt it collapse. To the right I looked, my mother crying as if there was no end to her pain. A heartbeat; my family, my life, world’s over. His mouth opened, words flew out. I didn’t listen. I couldn’t listen, I already knew.
It was just one of those things you have already heard about but don’t think will ever happen. Tears hit the floor but not mine I was in shock. It wasn’t meant to happen. Not to me, not to my family. We weren’t bad. What had I done? What had he done? He was in pain, constantly in pain. I wish I could help but I knew I couldn’t. One day, soon, it will end. All of it, his pain but mine will have only just begun. I can’t do it. A never-ending struggle, a life without him? I don’t believe it. I feel I want my life to end so I can’t feel his pain anymore.
But wait. There’s always a glimmer of hope. Life isn’t that cruel. Month by month we get a scan. Good? Bad? Better? Worse? Well I don’t always listen. I shut it all out, wishing and wishing for it all to end. It isn’t worth the minute of sheer torture finding out. Oh great, no luck, it’s bad. He’s worse. Like the shining light above his head has gone out, ping. Pitch black.
I can’t breathe let me out. Make it stop, over: A flicker, a flash, a beam of light. Another month, the bulbs back on. My dad has cancer but is surviving so far. How long until the bulb goes completely out? A month?
Heather
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This is a competition where schools enter all their children from 7-14 years old. The theme is autobiographical and to encourage, support and celebrate young peoples writing about their own lives, a memorable incident or a significant person. Heathers school have been entering this for more than 10 years and nobody has ever got anywhere. Last year there were 10,000 entries (there were more this year) and 20 winners were picked from this – 10 primary and 10 secondary.
Heather is one of the 10 secondary chosen this year and she wins an interactive whiteboard, digital projector, digital camera and DVD player for the school. She will receive a PSP and 3 tickets for her to see a Shakespeare play at The Globe in London. She receives her award on 6 June in London at The Globe where it will be presented by Michael Rosen and Jacqueline Wilson (she will also receive signed editions of their books).
Hope you find it as touching and as inspirational as I did,
One proud Dad
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Month by Month
One breath. I glanced around slowly; knowing there was something wrong. He looked at me. One moment I’ll never forget. We stared into each other’s eyes. It ended. I felt it collapse. To the right I looked, my mother crying as if there was no end to her pain. A heartbeat; my family, my life, world’s over. His mouth opened, words flew out. I didn’t listen. I couldn’t listen, I already knew.
It was just one of those things you have already heard about but don’t think will ever happen. Tears hit the floor but not mine I was in shock. It wasn’t meant to happen. Not to me, not to my family. We weren’t bad. What had I done? What had he done? He was in pain, constantly in pain. I wish I could help but I knew I couldn’t. One day, soon, it will end. All of it, his pain but mine will have only just begun. I can’t do it. A never-ending struggle, a life without him? I don’t believe it. I feel I want my life to end so I can’t feel his pain anymore.
But wait. There’s always a glimmer of hope. Life isn’t that cruel. Month by month we get a scan. Good? Bad? Better? Worse? Well I don’t always listen. I shut it all out, wishing and wishing for it all to end. It isn’t worth the minute of sheer torture finding out. Oh great, no luck, it’s bad. He’s worse. Like the shining light above his head has gone out, ping. Pitch black.
I can’t breathe let me out. Make it stop, over: A flicker, a flash, a beam of light. Another month, the bulbs back on. My dad has cancer but is surviving so far. How long until the bulb goes completely out? A month?
Heather
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