Dear
Diary,
Today, I got out of bed
hoping for a tasty breakfast. As I was travelling down the stairs I could
smell: eggs, baked beans, bacon and fried bread (tasty). I sat at my table and
then grandpa exclaimed, “I have a surprise for you!”
I
replied with, “Is it a fried breakfast?”
“Yep
just how you like it.”
I
was now eating a fried breakfast and my grandpa came in to sit at the table.
When he sat down he was starting to tell me a story about Marie - I had never
heard the story before but it sounded interesting - so I listened.
Grandpa
told me that Marie used to be a little girl your age and she sold eggs to an
Essex Farm. He went on to say - one day when Marie was selling eggs she came
across a man sitting on a chair with is notebook on his lap so Marie shouted, “Eggs
Tommy!” (the only words she knew in English). The first time she shouted the
man didn’t hear so she repeated and the second time the man tared a piece of
paper out of his notebook and threw it into a nearby puddle. Grandpa says Marie
picks up the paper and the man just lets her take it (I didn’t believe that
part). Grandpa goes on to say that Marie took it home not recognising it had a world-famous
poem on it and as soon as she got home she put it on her wall (she touched it
just thinking every day for luck).
I
went on that day just thinking how my grandma met one of the most famous
writers in the world, John McCrae. That night I could hardly sleep (Marie
didn’t even know his name.) because Marie had a big chance of actually knowing
one of the most famous writers in the whole world.
From
that day forward, whoever I met I had to ask for their names. That was one of
the best stories I had ever heard through my entire life.
