I wrote this story for my Spanish class and I decided to translate it to English so my family could read it. My sister said I should post it here too. Here it is:
It was a dark and stormy night when we
were born, my brother and sister and I. We lived on a small farm in West
Virginia and as we grew we spent many long hours playing on that farm.
It was another dark and stormy night when
we found that our parents had been killed. We were still very young and a woman
came to the house and took us to a special orphanage. We drove a very long time
before we arrived at our destination in the city.
I was in the orphanage for perhaps a month
or two. There were others there to, some of whom we became friends with. Every
so often, someone who was interested in adopting would come and choose one of
us to adopt. One day an elderly woman and her daughter came to the orphanage
and brought me to the elderly woman’s house. I never saw my brother or sister
again.
I still remember the first time I met the
elderly woman’s husband and family. The woman’s daughter brought her family
over and they were so happy to meet me. I enjoyed meeting them as well but it
was good to be alone in my room after the daughter and her family had left.
I spent several months with the elderly
woman and her husband. I played with the daughter’s children when they visited
and we became good friends. But one day, things didn't seem quite right. People
were hurrying around and they told me to stay out of the way. Then I was sent
to my room.
Several hours later, the daughter of the
elderly woman came and took me to her house. I knew I would be living there
from now on because she took all my things with us.
I got a very small room in my new home
since there were four others living there as well. They also had a cat, who I
enjoyed chasing around the house although he didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as
I did.
I liked my life in my new home. My family
all loved me. The elderly woman and her husband came to visit me several times
a month but their visits gradually became further and further apart until the
husband’s visits ceased altogether. The elderly woman still came until about a
year ago when her visits ceased as well. Nobody told me but I suspect they
died.
It’s been four years now since I moved to my new home. I am now five
years old. Of course, that’s middle age for a cat. In human years I would be about
37 years old.
