“Once, there was a person and her name was Michelle Lewsen and she went to a place and she fell down and then she got up. She found a Nowhere and then she fell in it. She was never found. The end.”
“So, Baby G, this is a story about me?”, I asked nervously (wouldn’t you be afraid if you were the one falling into the Nowhere, never to be found?).
“Oh, no, Mama. It’s about another Michelle Lewsen who is NOT my mummy.”, she solemnly reassured me.
(I wasn’t reassured.)
“What happened to Michelle after she fell into the Nowhere, Baby G?”, I probed.
With a sly smile, she explained, “The next bit is in Chapter Two, but you have to wait until tomorrow for that.”
No amount of pleading was going to budge my budding young author, so I waited. That night, I tossed and turned and worried about this story of hers. Why such a dark story from my rainbows-and-princess obsessed daughter? Was there something going on that was worrying her?
I didn’t have to wait too long. The next morning, Baby G bounded into my bedroom at an obscenely early hour and excitedly demanded that I wake up because she had written Chapter Two. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled out of bed and downstairs, her little hand in mine. She giggled with anticipation and pulled me to the couch for a cuddle.
Snug on the couch with my daughter by my side, I began to read Chapter 2:
“When Michelle got up, she saw a hill and she shouted “HELP!” and no one came. The end.”
The next morning, I was woken again by the little author, clutching her manuscript and bouncing from one foot to the other with uncontained delight. I followed her nervously (who knew what was going to befall Michelle today?) as she bounded down the stairs to the couch for our morning reading session.
Before I started reading, she grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes as she very seriously explained that this was the final chapter in the saga. I took a deep breath and began to read:
“When Michelle got up, she realised that she was stuck in the mud so she pulled and pulled and pulled and she got out and GIRL, she was proud. The end”
As for me – GIRL, was I proud, too.
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