My Room

Authors

  • Robert La Vita

DOI:

https://doi.org/10.14426/writing360.v2.165

Abstract

There was always light in the little room. It came through the lonely window above the bed I shared with my sister and brothers. It had only a big enough gap for everyone to move between the three beds that occupied it. Ma slept on the narrowest bed between mine and that of her two youngest daughters who weren’t much older than I was. I shared a bed with my younger brother, John, my older sister, Gertrude and my older brother, Frank. That was not their real names.

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Published

2018-02-13

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CREATIVE TEXT