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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Survival / Success
- Subject: Biography / Autobiography
- Published: 11/22/2023
A Day in the Life of Sewati Molino
Born 2011, F, from Santa Clara, California, United StatesJanuary 24. 1828
Today was a hectic one. One of our dearest men fell into the unforgiving torrents of the Pacific. Our most best man thankfully, was able to dive in and barely evacuate him. At 7:00 the morning rooster gave its most beautiful call, waking the slumbers of many. By 7:05 almost everybody in camp was up, save for the children, who were still in a deep snooze until 7:30. Until around 8 in the morning we got used to the morning sun, shining the most brightest rays since a week or two. My peers and I stretched and exercised, and at 8 my group of people heard the utmost ding of the mission bell, signaling us to go to mass, along with many others. We sat and learned about how this man, called Jesus, suffered the most horrible death with intent to save all of us. The priests had once thought he was a man who wrongly influenced their people, calling him the son of God. But almost to the point of death, Jesus said to his father, “forgive them.” That was very strong, I would be sure I couldn’t have done this. After mass, my group and I marched to our assigned spot for farming and tending the land. My dear friend worked the plow as I sowed seeds into the ground. The rest of the team was building sturdy fences, some were lying down, unable to bare the exhaustion as sweat trickled down their foreheads, shaded by a straw hat. I decided to help them, encouraging them to give one last push. Eventually the men rised up and and went to assist the men building the fences.
A Day in the Life of Sewati Molino(Martha Kang)
January 24. 1828
Today was a hectic one. One of our dearest men fell into the unforgiving torrents of the Pacific. Our most best man thankfully, was able to dive in and barely evacuate him. At 7:00 the morning rooster gave its most beautiful call, waking the slumbers of many. By 7:05 almost everybody in camp was up, save for the children, who were still in a deep snooze until 7:30. Until around 8 in the morning we got used to the morning sun, shining the most brightest rays since a week or two. My peers and I stretched and exercised, and at 8 my group of people heard the utmost ding of the mission bell, signaling us to go to mass, along with many others. We sat and learned about how this man, called Jesus, suffered the most horrible death with intent to save all of us. The priests had once thought he was a man who wrongly influenced their people, calling him the son of God. But almost to the point of death, Jesus said to his father, “forgive them.” That was very strong, I would be sure I couldn’t have done this. After mass, my group and I marched to our assigned spot for farming and tending the land. My dear friend worked the plow as I sowed seeds into the ground. The rest of the team was building sturdy fences, some were lying down, unable to bare the exhaustion as sweat trickled down their foreheads, shaded by a straw hat. I decided to help them, encouraging them to give one last push. Eventually the men rised up and and went to assist the men building the fences.
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