I WAS WALKING

This story deals about me. The story begins on when I was very young. I was walking. My mother came to see us, my father and me after work. She was very cheer to see us. She said to my father what he gave me to eat and then she told him to change my nappies.

My father put me in bed to sleep. He wanted that I slept but all the time I was asleep. My father was in a lost. Then my mother came and I was happier. I got up and I was walking. My father went out and he left the door opened, later I fell stairs down.

My father took me quickly to the hospital. I was bad. The doctor said that the fault was of my father for leaving the door open.

And this is the end of my story.

Javier, 13 years old.