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| ISBN-13: | 9781477249017 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 07/26/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 4 MB |
| Age Range: | 4 - 8 Years |
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Sylvie
By Sandy Simon
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Sandy SimonAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4772-4899-7
Chapter One
My name is Sylvie and I am 10 years old. I have been going to school since I was 3, my Mom says it is because I have special needs. I knew I was special, "special like a princess" my Dad would say. I never wanted to be a princess, I always wanted to be a fairy. I have a hard time doing regular things like tying my shoes, fixing my clothes and brushing my hair. Mom has to brush my hair out in the mornings, cause when I do it I don't get all the knots out. Mom says "Sylvie, you can't go out looking like a rag-a-muffin." I never knew people's hair could look like a muffin.When I was little, my teachers at my special needs pre-school would tell my Mom that I needed to focus more and try to spend less time fluttering about. Didn't they know that fairies loved to flutter about? Mom would say "Sylvie, you are like a pixie, always flying from here to there." What she didn't know was that I was practicing my fairy flying. I didn't like to sit still for very long, there was always something else that fascinated me more at that time. After I would get home from pre-school, Mom would say "Sylvie, we are going to sit on the play rug and work with some flash cards, it will be fun," and she would mumble to herself "hopefully you will focus and not flutter."
It is tough to do school things. Math is hard, why do all that adding and counting when I can use Mom's calculator. Reading can be fun, but sometimes all those letters and words get all jumbled up, and then they don't make much sense. It isn't always easy trying to sound out word blends, and trying to remember all those sight words can give me a headache. My class teacher is Miss Aubrey. She says "Sylvie, if you keep working hard, you will be able to do anything you set your mind to." I work hard so I can go to lunch.
I get to go to Speech Class. I work with Miss Linda who teaches me how to talk better. We get to play word games by making funny noises with my mouth and tongue. Sometimes I don't sound my letters right and then my words sound funny. People have a hard time understanding me when I talk sometimes, and they ask me to repeat myself. It can be really frustrating, cause I know what I am saying, they just don't know what they are hearing. Mom says "Sylvie, sometimes people just don't listen hard enough, it will get better."
This year in school Miss Aubrey got a bunch of molding clay from the art teacher and we spent an hour every day for the past two months creating molded art. I made clay vases, pencil holders, flower pots and even a change dish for my Dad. It was a lot of hard work to mold the clay into art. I would go home and tell my Mom that "my hands hurt from all that clay," and Mom would say, "Sylvie, you are working your fine motor skills, you will be ok." I never knew that a motor had anything to do with molding clay.
Finally all of our molded art had dried, and we were able to paint them. Our clay pots and vases could be any color we wanted. Mom keeps the pink, purple, yellow and brown flower vase on her work desk. She said "it will always remind me of the beauty in you Sylvie."
My Mom works at an elementary school, and since she has to be there early every day for the Before School Program, I get to go with her. I call it our special time, my mom just mumbles to herself. Mom says "Sylvie, if you help out with the kids, and don't bother me about the lunch menu, I will let you in the computer lab to play your game. I love to play on the computer. One of the kids, Tommy, helps me with my game. It just doesn't want to work right all the time. When all of the kids and teachers come in from the playground, that is the signal that school is ready to start and me and the other kids have to stop playing our games and go to class.
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