Short Stories (1)

'Who am I?'

A/N: I wrote this for a writing competition in school but never submitted it. The topic was 'Find me on the page', to put a part of ourselves in our story.

Curls framed her face as a sigh escaped her lips and her eyes scanned the almost blank paper looking for a loophole. In big bold writing were 3 words and 6 letters finished off by a question mark. 'Who am I?' and yet the question seemed to stump her.

Her mind automatically transported her to her oldest memory of playing at the playground. She remembered the fear that clung onto her stomach as the swings went higher and higher with each movement. "Higher" Her twin sister's voice squealed as she remembered the smile that graced her mothers face as she watched from the sidelines. Her thoughts were always whispering to her fear of heights. 'You'll fly out of the seat.' They said as she desperately tightened her grip on the chains.

Before she knew it another memory came to mind, one from recent times of her and her friends. "Onion" "Tomato" Her two friends were bickering as she shook her head at the twos antics with a slightly amused expression on her face. The matter hadn't been resolved but they did agree to call each other by their respected nicknames based on food items. "7 hands, we have 7 groups. . . we win!" She said to her mother and father as she and her twin high-fived. "No, you guys cheated. Besides, we went easy on you guys because you guys are beginners." Her mind raced as to how to answer the question as the answers came to her.

She was a part of all the sacrifices her parents made, she belonged to the earth where she would one day lay buried deep in the soul of the earth mother and, she was like an onion with each layer revealing something deeper. Her purpose was unknown, who she was to become was unknown too but she knew that the moment she graduated with a hat on her head, her mother would beam with pride and her father would stand tall. 'Who am I?' She answered the question in quick small scribbles before smiling at her answer with satisfaction.

Who am I?

I am my mothers life and my fathers pride, a pillar of my home and the future. . .