here's my memoir

hello again
I'm so hyper right now DO U KNOW Y? Because we had our memoirs today. ANd why would that make me hyper, well I had lots of snacks and sugar. Well to tell u the truth I think that now I need to show u mi memoir. SO here it is. *trumpet blast*

The dream

I watched him suffering, I watched him beg for bread. I wanted to help him, but I had no money, no food, and no water. I felt guilty, I knew it wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t his either, but somehow not being able to help him made me feel guilty. I knew that someone somewhere would help him, but I still felt guilty. Then I watched him walk away, who knows where he went.
That night as we were scrolling down the DVR, my mom saw the movie “Gandhi” and immediately said that my sister and I should watch it, and my dad agreed. But before the movie started, my mom warned us that it started with Gandhi being shot. I looked at her a bit worried, but when I saw the twinkle in her eye when the movie started I somehow felt better. The movie started with Gandhi walking outside with the help of his adopted daughter and his wife, then a man bowing down to him, and then the man suddenly got up, pulled a gun out of his jacket and shot Gandhi in the chest.
After that, the movie told the story of Gandhi’s life beginning when he was a young man, all the way until he was assassinated. It is an amazing story, the way he freed the Indians from British power, just by using his words. He got so use to being arrested by the British that whenever police came to his house, he’d walk toward them with his hands out, and they’d arrest him.
That night when I went to bed, the image of Gandhi being shot just wouldn’t leave my mind. I twisted, I turned, I screamed into my pillow, I even tried my sister’s meditating technique, but none of it seemed to work. Soon I was too tired to resist any longer and just lived with the horrifying image. That may be why I had the dream.
When I finally got to sleep that night, I dreamed that I was walking down a long dark alley. I walked for a long time, then I came to the most horrifying sight I had ever seen… a knife fight. I quickly walked by and shielded my eyes till I knew I had passed the fight. When I opened my eyes, I came across a child dying in the hands of her mother, and a man dying because a bullet had been shot into the side of his ribcage. I walked past people too old to take care of themselves but had no friends or family to help them. I walked by the poor, the homeless, the starving. At last I couldn’t stand it anymore, I turned my head in despair, I wanted to return to my warm safe home where I knew my parents would be waiting. Just then, a hand touched my shoulder and told me that one day I would understand that though these people didn’t own much, there were many people who cared for them and helped them, not only that but the people I was walking past were all part of a community and they all had each other. These words helped me finish walking, I walked to the end of the long dark alley, I walked home to my warm safe bed, and after that dream I felt warmer inside knowing that though people may not have much belongings they have each other and they all have love. From then on I respected my parents more for working so hard to give me and Louise better lives, and I felt more happy, all because of that dream.




well there it is. Feel free to right down any comments peoples!