The Fiction Story I wrote

      Today, I post the fiction story which I wrote in the class. It's a bit long, but if you're interested, please read it!

          The Christmas Present

This is a story of Kathy, a girl whose father died when she was a 13-year-old.

She enjoyed spending Christmas every year with her mother and her grandparents.

"Will Santa Claus come again this year? " Kathy had asked her mother every year since she was little.

"Of course!” her mother always replied to Kathy kindly, “He will deliver a nice present for you this year as well."

On Christmas day when she turned 12 years old, she no longer believed in Santa Claus. After enjoying a Christmas party with her family, she told her mother, "I really believed in Santa when I was a little. I thought Santa was my dad, and he was coming in disguise as Santa."

"Oh, maybe, it is true! Maybe this year he will come to you," her mother replied.

"Are you kidding me?” Kathy replied. “He had not come for two years. The present for this year was also given me just a while ago."

 "Oh” her mother pretended to be surprised and replied. “Maybe he has been preparing a nice present for two years for you"

Kathy laughed at her mother, because not only she but also all her friends stopped believing in Santa Claus, and she thought it was funny to say that Santa existed. She enjoyed the party, and went to bed before midnight. It was her custom to sleep early on Christmas Eve.

That night, Kathy had a dream. Her father, who she had only seen in pictures, wore Santa’s clothes, and waved his left hand to her with a smile. There was a gift that Kathy had received from Santa behind him, and he was holding a letter in his right hand.

When she woke up, there was a letter at her bedside. At the beginning of the letter was written, “Dear Kathy”. She had never seen it before.

“Dear Kathy,

Maybe, this is the first, and the last time to talk to you. I want you to read it without being surprised. I am your father, and this letter is your 12^th birthday letter. What foods do you like? What animals do you like? When do you laugh, who is your boyfriend, and what places do you wanna go to for me? I could not live until the time you are born, so I cannot know your birthday, your features, your voice, or your smile. I am only able to hope that you will grow up in good health, but I am sure that you become cheerful daughter.

Could you listen to just one of my requests;, ‘please stay healthy and get along with your family?’

I am watching you from heaven. Please continue to be happy.

Love, your Dad”

This was the letter from Kathy’s dad! Of course, Kathy understood this letter was put on by her mother, but she certainly felt this was a gift from her father, not
her mother.

“Thanks Santa, my kind dad.” Kathy said that, and continued to read the letter carefully forever.

This is the first time for me to write long fiction story! I can enjoy to write!!