Ellie By: Yasmeen
I remember the day perfectly. I was outside on my porch. The trees were green and the air was ever so sweet. Everyone was celebrating my 4th birthday. There was about 20 people at my house. My mom handed me the first present from her and my dad, but I wanted to open that one last. I had my eye on a small bag with elephants on it.
I said “mommy I want to open that one first” and pointed directly to the bag.
I started to open it with such eager, everyone was watching me like a hawk. I finally opened it and inside was a flawless pink and white elephant with a little pink bow on her neck, the ears were so big, they had little pink dots on them.
My mom asked,
“What’s her name?” I thought about it. Then, the name hit me like a bolt of lightning
“Ellie,” I replied.
After I finished opening my boat load of presents, it was time for cake! My mom had a tradition on my birthday. She would get a small cake for me to stuff my face in. Then there was the cake for the guests. My mom made me dress nice for this party, but hey, I am kid and I wear what I wanna wear. After everyone had cake there was fruit and drinks. As I was eating my cake I could feel the chocolate on my face dripping everywhere, it was a humid day in July. My mom took me to wash my face. After my face was clean I came back and sat on the table. As I took a sip of icy cold lemonade, it was a lemony burst of sweetness in my mouth.
As all the guests left I started to make my way up to my room. I came into my room and right there in front of me were the mountains of presents I had gotten. Then there was Ellie sitting on top of one of my gifts, I put her on the floor and started to play with her. I spent about 45 minutes playing with her, then my parents came into the room after they finished cleaning up from the party.
My mom sat on the chair in my room, “How was the party?” she asked.
“It was great!” I said in my little high pitched voice. I started to play with Ellie again and my mom left the room.
After a couple of months after my party, I started to get really hooked onto Ellie. I would take her everywhere, sleep with her, have adventures with her, bring her to the dinner table. Which my parents didn’t approve of all the time.
My mom called me to the dinner table one night, “Yasmeen, time for dinner!”
“Coming,” I replied.
I got up from the floor and snatched Ellie like I was stealing her. I sat on the table and Ellie next to me, I picked up my pasta and said, “Ellie would you like some?” then I shook her head.
I could tell from my parents expression they thought this was funny. Suddenly the most dreadful thing happened. My dad took Ellie away, I was so mad. I threw my fork and took Ellie from my dad and said, “Ellie is going to eat with us,” in my sassy four year old voice.
“Go in time out right now” my dad said, I swooped Ellie off the dinner table and stormed off into my room.
After a while I decided to come out of my room. My parents were sitting in the living room, my dad was sitting there and I sat in his lap gave him a hug, then got up.
“ You know dad, we need to have a serious talk about time out.”
Before my dad even answered I got up and went to my room to play with Ellie. In my room I sat down and in my silly 4 year old mind I thought, ‘I won because I got out of time out!’
Now I am 11 years old and still have Ellie, and here is one message for everyone. Treasure the things you get because someday you’re going to need them. And those small gifts you get, might help you through some of the hardest times.