What’s Your Story?
Posted March 19, 2008on:
As I stepped into the car where Jerry and Jake were waiting, Jake excitedly blabbered about his day and how school went, finishing part of his story even before I could sit down and close the car door.
“Ma, you know, I fell in school and hit my head on the floor”, he repeated in one breath.
“What? How did that happen?….”, my attention instinctively zeroed in on what he was saying.
“I was with (insert name of classmate which I totally couldn’t remember), when Michael ran and bumped us”, he said.
“Wait, so you mean Michael bumped you and a friend, then you fell down, right?”, I clarified.
“I went to the clinic. Teacher Cai brought me but I didn’t cry”, he continued without answering my earlier question.
“Ok, so you were with a friend when Michael bumped you. You fell down and hurt your head on the floor. Then Teacher Cai brought you to the clinic, right?,” I repeated as I understood it.
“When did this happen, during recess? Where did you fall, inside the classroom or outside? Where was Teacher Cai?”, I interrogated as I began to worry that Jake might have hurt his head badly. Jake stared at me, seemingly confused at this barrage of questions.
“Come on… tell me your story…”, I prodded.
After a brief silence, Jake started talking… “Ok….
…Once upon a time…..”