Fiction: Group 2
“Maybe you lost your memory or something” said Cedric.
A few of her pupils giggled.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Cedric. Do you want to hear the rest of it or not?”
“Yes, please continue.” he replied, eager to hear the rest of the story.
The man brought me to his house and gave me dry clothes to put on. Slowly, I began to realise
where I was and what was happening. The old man and I tried to contact my family but it was no
use. We were too far away and we didn’t know where to start looking. A few times we walked
back up the river searching for my family, but we never found them.
This old man was very kind for me and treated me just like a daughter. I lived with him for a very
long time. He took care of me, brought me to a new school and did everything for me. He was
just like a second father to me.
A few years ago, the man died of old age. And that’s how I decided that I had to get a job and
take care of myself.”
“But wait”, said Cedric, “did you ever find your family in all of these years?”
No, but one day I saw my sister on newspaper. She was a famous singer. I kept her picture and put
it on the wall beside my bed. I never contacted her because it would remind her of a sad story that
happened such a long time ago.”
The school bell went off.
“OK, children. Time to go home now!” cried Ms. Holly.
The children of Ms. Holly’s class chattered about the story that they have just heard from her as
they walked into the playground, leaving Ms. Holly thinking about her family once again.
