When I came home that night, my mother told me she finally got a job in the city where she typed out paper work in the Empire State Building. I was so proud of her.Grace started to dance, her pigtails swaying back and forth in the air. The next day was the same as any other day. I took Grace to school, went to work, and came home. I opened the door to my apartment. It was dark. I turned the lights on and then there was my mother in her office clothes and Grace in her rose flower dress that I'd bought her for her birthday. In her hands she held a chocolate cake that said 'Happy Birthday Martha.' My mother helped Grace light the candles on the cake. Then, they started to sing happy birthday to me. I blew out the candles with a smile. My mother handed me a wrapped gift. Grace commented, " I picked it out!" I slowly unwrapped the gift. It was a brown leather jacket, one like what pilots wear. I saw Amelia Earhart wearing something similar in a magazine. What an amazing woman she is. She was out there and I was stuck in Harlem, working in a factory. She was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be doing something with my life, not stuck in a cramped apartment. I wanted to spread my wings and fly, not be cut by thread. My life was so good and happy and then these thin pieces of thread cut me off to a whole world called the real world. I hated it and I wasn't happy. Then, Grace shooked me back to reality. "Do you like it?" she asked hopefully. I looked at her, putting the jacket on. " I love it," I said, smiling at her. My mom looked at me and she smiled too. That night it seemed like we were all happy even though my father wasn't there. We had cake and we all went to bed. I fell asleep. Again, I was in the jungle. I saw Little Black Sambo with all his clothes on that his parents had given him. He looked at me with confusion and said " Where are all of your things?" I looked around. I had nothing. I said," I don't know," then I started to cry. Little Black Sambo came up to me and gave me his jacket and said, " here you go missy. We both can be grand. Everything is going to be okay." He smiled.
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Cut by Thread
Ficción histórica17 years old girl named Martha Johnson soon to be 18 in 4 months is getting a huge chunk of what the real world like. She lives in New York City,the big apple. She was raised in a somewhat wealthy family that was stable enough to get through the Gr...
