Carson walked into the Green’s front door, went straight into the dining room, put his backpack on the table, sat down, and folded his arms.
“I have to write an essay about someone I admire. I don’t admire anyone!”
Carson was an eight year old boy, who was very smart and was convinced he could not do anything. He visited Mrs. Green each week and she convinced him he could do anything he set his mind to do.
Mrs. Green was all set for Carson. She knew how he felt. Admiration was a tricky thing. She didn’t always want to admire anyone herself.
“Get out your paper Carson. We are going to write the best essay in the class.” Mrs. Green finished cleaning the kitchen counter.
Sue, Mike, Evelyn, and Steve were all hanging out in the living room, enjoying a snow day.
Mike felt bad for Carson. He liked to write now but he hadn’t always felt that way. He thought an essay like this might be fun. He walked over to Carson. “Show me the instructions Carson.
Carson huffed and puffed. He unzipped his backpack and pulled out a paper full of wrinkles and smudges. “We have to read the essay to the class and they have to try and guess who it is.” Carson looked as if someone had asked him to lick the classroom floor.
Mike pulled up a chair and held his hand up to Mrs. Green. “Carson and I have got this. Nobody come in here until we are finished.”
Mike and Carson started writing. They hunched over Carson’s paper whispering back and forth. At one point they laughed so hard Sue, Steve, and Evelyn wanted in on the secret, but Mike was adamant. “Carson will read it to you when we are finished.”
Finally they were done. Mike grabbed a wooden stool from the kitchen and put it in the middle of the living room. He motioned for Carson to stand on the stool. Everyone, including Mrs. Green sat on the sofa to hear the essay. Carson had a big smile on his face. He pulled himself together, cleared his throat and tried to look serious.
“The someone I admire is a good friend of mine. He is not worried about what people think of him. He is not a picky eater, and he likes to play with me all of the time. Even if a famous person came to our school, he would still pay attention to me. When I sing, he likes to sing along. He is smart and likes to learn. He makes me laugh. He doesn’t care about how I dress or how I look. He is always cheerful and happy to see me. Even though he runs faster than me he slows down so I can keep up with him. The coolest thing about him is that he is only 4 years old and he has a mustache.
The someone I admire is Ampersand, Mrs. Green’s dog.”
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