Here’s our assignment for Day 9:
A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.
When I was 5, my parents separated. My dad took me with him. I didn’t know what happened. I never saw my mom since then. I kept asking my dad where mom was but he never cared to answer. Then he married another woman. My step mom. Who never considered me as his son. Who never treated me well. Who was always angry with me even with no reasons. Then I would miss my mom. I want to find her. I want to know where she is. I want to know why she left me.
When I was 3, she gave me a small, red jacket. I liked it. I used it almost every day. Whenever they request me to dance, I won’t do it unless I have my jacket on. That old woman, who’s knitting that small, red jacket, reminds me of my dearest mom. I missed her so much. Where are you now mom? I want to see you. I want you to know that I love you.. Please come back mom. Please… (now I’m crying..)
Look at her. She’s knitting a small, red sweater. That must be for her granddaughter. That’s so sweet of her. When I was little, I used to live at my maternal grandmother’s house. She had a sewing machine which she uses when she makes something like a dress or some pillow cases. When there are extra fabrics, she makes little dresses for me. I loved it. Sometimes she makes one for her and one for me. We’re like twins when we wear the same dress. I miss my grandma. And that old woman must be missing her granddaughter too that’s why she’s knitting that sweater for her…
THE OLD WOMAN
When I was a kid, I never had a sweater. I was abandoned on the street. I slept through the coldness of the night. I had to check the trash cans trying to find something to wear. Something that would give me a little comfort. I felt so poor. I didn’t know where my parents were. I didn’t know why I was on the streets. I had no food. I had no house. I had no sweater. I had nothing. I pity the little me. Poor little kid. Why did it have to happen to you? Why you? This sweater that I’m knitting is for the little me. I want you to feel comfort with this. I knew you didn’t have this when you were small. I knew how you wished you had parents who could give you even a small sweater for you to wear during the cold nights. So this is for you, little kid. Come on, wear it. I made it just for you. Only for you…