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Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Adventures of a Missionary Kid , Part 1

Sorry I didn't post the story when I said I would! Anyways, no one asked about it, and here it is! I meant to write more, but I'm working on something else.
If there's any mistakes, please tell me. The grammar/spell check hasn't been working for some reason.

Story #1

Six-year-old Kendra Kiser looked at the roof of the chicken coop. Kendra sighed and wished that she were allowed to climb on top of it. Her little brother Samuel often climbed it. But then Kendra recalled how many times Samuel’s yells had been heard from the laundry room. Kendra thought he was probably getting spanked. So Kendra stayed satisfied by simply climbing the small red-bud tree that she was in right now. Kendra lifted her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Crash! Kendra fell to the ground, a little dizzy.

“Ouch.” She mumbled, “That hurt. But I’m fine.” Kendra stood up and dusted off her yellow shorts. The sun was setting in the summer sky and light was shining in the Kiser’s little yard. Kendra ran to the wire fence that surrounded the yard. She leaned over it and looked at their neighbors’ garden. Mr. Hollenbeck had big watermelons this year.

“Kendra! It’s time for dinner!”

“Yes Mom, I’m coming!” Kendra ran past the two bad-bearing apple trees and into the door which lead to the laundry room. The screen door slammed shut and Kendra bounded into the kitchen and then into the dining room.

“Mom, why are we eating so late? It’s seven o’clock!” Asked Kendra, giving a slide and smoothly landing into her seat next to Samuel.

Mom looked at Dad and smiled.

“We decided to eat later so Dad could eat with us. He worked a little longer at FCA today.” Mom pushed her glasses into place and put on baby Max’s bib. Then slowly she sat down because of her large pregnant belly.

Tall Dad sat down next to little sister Anna and pushed her curls back, so they wouldn’t get into her face when she was eating. Then Dad bowed his and so did everyone else. Then he prayed, “Dear heavenly Father, we thank you for this food, and please help it to make us strong and healthy. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

Samuel opened his eyes when Dad was done “Oh, Mom, you made pizza!” Samuel looked down at his plate excitedly.

“I got the “Happy Birfday Pwate”! Three-year-old Anna smiled because she had the ‘best’ plate. Everyone (except Mom) always thought it was great fun to get the plate.

“I dot it yeserday, right, Mommy?” Max asked.

“You sure did, buddy.” Mom answered, taking a bite of her homemade pizza.

Kendra nudged Samuel. “Did Max fall down today?” Samuel and Kendra joked about Max falling down because he fell a lot. Max always had a scar on his head someplace.

Samuel had his mouth full. “I don’t know, probably.” He grinned.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?” Kendra asked.

“Tomorrow is school.” Samuel said.

Kendra said, “Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well, then what do you want to do after school? Find walnuts? Catch spiders? I have a jar that Mom gave me. Maybe we can play chase.”

Samuel shrugged. “Sure, but I thought we could go to the park. Or play baseball.”

“I’m tired of baseball,” Kendra said, “We play it all the time. ‘Sides, we need more people to play!”

“Max can play too! And Anna, then we’d be even.” Was the answer from Samuel.

Kendra rolled her eyes. “You know Anna wouldn’t play. And all Max’s balls all go out of bounds! Anna and Max are too little.”

“Maybe Dad can play.” Samuel argued.

“Kids, eat your pizza. Say, Brian, what are we going to play tonight?” Mom asked.

“How about...hide’n’seek?” Dads’ eyes sparkled.

“Yes!” The four Kiser children yelled.

“But first,” Dad said, “Do your chores.” His eyes twinkled.

The children nodded and Kendra hopped up from her chair. “May I please be excused?” She asked.

Samuel grinned. “Looks like you’ve already gotten up!”

Kendra smiled and sat down.

Mom looked at her. “You may get down, Kendra. And the rest of you can, too.”

“Kay.” Anna got up and went into the kitchen. Samuel and Kendra followed her.

“I want to wipe the table. Samuel, you can sweep. And Anna, you..um..clear the table. Okay?” Kendra grabbed a rag.

Samuel made a face. “But I don’t want to sweep! Anna can.”

Kendra gave him a “but-that’s-how-it-goes” look.

Anna shrugged. “I tant sweep yet. I ony free. See?” She held up three fingers.

“Yes, I know. See, Samuel, you have to sweep!” Kendra smiled triumphantly.

“No! I don’t! You can!”

“I already claimed to wipe off the table!”

“You always get that! I-“

Dad’s voice rang into the kitchen. “Kendra, Samuel! Go sit on your bed!”

Kendra looked down, ashamed. Samuel marched off to his room. Kendra followed. “Samuel I-“ It was too late. Samuel slammed his door. Click, went the lock. Kendra stomped her foot. All she wanted to do was say sorry! “It’s all Samuel’s fault! He’s way too prideful!” Kendra marched off to her own room, right across the hall-way. She threw herself on her old bed. “Every body is so mean to me!” Knock knock. Someone was at Kendra’s door. Kendra sat up and said, “Come in!”

The door cracked open and Anna’s rosy cheeks peeked through. “You okay?”

Kendra said, “No. Samuel’s mean. Please go away!”

Anna brushed her curls aside. “Can’t.” She said sweetly, “Mommy told me to put my PJ’s on.”

“Oh, shucks.” Mumbled Kendra, “Well then, do it quick.”

Anna walked in opened her dresser. “You know, everybody is not so mean to you. Dere are lots of dugs-“

“Girls, Anna! You need to stop using the word ‘dugs’ and say ‘girls’!” Kendra corrected.

“Alright. Dere are lots of girls that don’t have a daddy and mommy. Day are hungy.” Anna looked at Kendra.

“What does that have to do with Samuel being mean?” Demanded Kendra.

Anna said, “Well, I meant stop saying dat everybody is being mean. You have a good home.”

“Okay. Well, thanks for the sermon, Miss Anna! Could you please leave? I want to think.” Kendra tried not to get mad.

Anna walked to the door. “’Kay. I’ll leave. ‘bye!” She left and shut the door. Kendra sighed. There were lots of children that didn’t have a good home like she did.

“I was wrong. God, please forgive me.” Kendra said. She went over to the window that overlooked the neighborhood. Then she looked at her door. She needed to say sorry to Samuel. Kendra tip-toed across the hall and cracked open the boys’ room door. “Hello?” She said. Samuel was sitting on his bed facing the wall. He turned around.

“Yeah? What do you want?” He asked.

Kendra opened the door, walked in, and closed the door. “I..uh..I’m sorry for fighting with you. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. I’m the oldest, and I’m supposed to be a good example to you, Anna, and Max. I didn’t do a good job on that tonight. Will you forgive me?”

Samuel looked down. “Well...it was mostly my fault; I shouldn’t have been so stubborn. And I shouldn’t have ignored you before when you wanted to say sorry. I’ll forgive you. Will you forgive me too?”

“Oh, sure! Say, how about a game of baseball tomorrow?” Kendra grinned.


Hope you liked it! Sorry about the fight part, but Samuel and I used to fight a lot. We don't do it as much now.

The facts and characters are true, but I'm not so sure exactly what we said and all.

See ya!

Kendra


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