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![]() | Twelve Pounds, Three Days ![]() The story of how my father told us about his birth ![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() That is a truly terrifying story to tell two pregnant women! From the contest and the description I assume this was a true story. You told it with a measure of humour even though I’m guessing at the time you didn’t find it funny at all. It sounds like the pregnancy was hard enough without additional worries. It’s interesting that the story actually got passed down like this. I don’t think my dad knew anything about his birth, and if he did, he never told me about it. I liked how you told this tale. I struggle with making non-fiction stories sound interesting; they often end up as boring accounts of a particular event. You didn’t seem to have that problem at all, and the way you showed what everyone was doing and how the conversation went was very well done. Everyone’s personality came across in the way they interacted, and despite the tension between the sisters, in the end you did manage to find common ground. ![]() The story was well written and I only noticed one tiny error: We did not talk about pregnancies for rest of that evening. I think there is a word missing, “for the rest…” ![]() It’s nice to have family memories like that, even if the subject or the conversation must have been quite scary at the time. It’s also good to write them down. I used to talk to my mother a lot when I was a child and I remember some of her stories, but I know very little about my father’s side of the family. I think it’s important to pass these tales on so that older generations are more than just faces in faded photographs but become real people for their grandchildren. I think you achieved that with this tale. ![]() ![]()
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