1. The Life of a Storyteller
... another woman. So my mother was forced to raise us both by herself. I knew she loved us when she read to us before we slept. Soon our heads would nod to dreams and we awoke in our beds, this time, to the scent of a warm breakfast. As the leaves turned on the trees in the orchard, so came a cold fall. My brother and I walked to and from ... school every day. We were both always interested in science and mathematics, and soon became the best in our class in both subjects. As we reached ... the appropriate age, we discovered women, and I fell in love for the first time. I was only sevente...
- Word Count: 2069
- Approx Pages: 8
- Grade Level: High School