The Change Of The Light Tree Short Story

TRANSFORMATIVE TASK- CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE

THE DAUGHTER OF THE SOLIDER

My daddy has gone to war, and my mummy has cried every night since he left. I try to tell her that she shouldn’t be sad because daddy will be home soon, but it doesn’t seem to cheer her up. The house is quiet and lonely without my daddy around, I miss the laughter. I miss him chasing me around the house until we fall down and laugh until our tummy’s hurt. Sometimes when I walk the sad, gloomy hall of our ours I see visions of my daddy and me laughing, it’s really hard to see because I know it’s my imagination.

I slide into my bed and try to fall asleep, but the echoes of my daddy’s voice play in my head. Sometimes I even think that he finally home and calling

When my Mum told my two sisters and I the news about the house, my legs started to shake as if I was in icy cold water and couldn’t escape, my heart sunk into a pool of my tears I was holding back, my Dad and I have so many amazing memories in this house and I have grown up with my sisters in this house.

As we were packing boxes for our new cottage our family seemed more distant than ever, it was like everyone had lost the sunshine in their life. We had just left our home and had moved into our small old cottage, but it was better than nothing, I couldn’t hear the echoes of Dad any more this made me feel like a part of me was lost and would never return.

It’s been months since Dad left now and times were worse than ever, Mum was struggling to feed us with the pennies she makes from washing other people’s clothes, many wife’s and families had received news but not our family. Finally Mum got a letter from the war about Dad, I watched her face turn from the slightest colour to icy blue as her skin filled with goose bumps she dropped to the ground and tears flooded her face, she told us that Dad was ambushed by the enemies and forced to charge through them and hardly anyone made it, and that’s all she said I ran to my room and stop and stared at a picture of my Dad and I, I didn’t cry as I had some hope even though I had figured out that my Dad was missing in