I just want to write

A little girl's passion to fill empty pages with her words. All she ever wanted was to write what she felt, meaningful words that could be easily understood. It was Christmas time she was around eight or nine, sitting on Santa's knee. It was then that he asked, what was it that she wanted to be under the Christmas tree. Then she replied, I want office suplies, she was no ordinary kid. Paper and pad penciles and pens, she wants to write what she thinks. Then on her 10 th birthday. She was asked to make a wish. As the wax started to melt, she closed her eye's and after a sigh, she blew every Lit candle out. As her mother cut the Cake, and placed it in her plate, she inquired to know, what was it did she wish for, her little girl so grown. Her mother sat down beside her, she exclaimed, I want a type writer. It doesn't matter weather new or old I just want to write my stories, when I grow up and get old. She said, mom! with a statement so bold, one day I'll be a writer. I'll tell some tales, I'll write them down. Some day ill have my stories told. So every gift giving event from then on after. Her mother saved and she spent, to get her what matters. All a mother wants for her daughter, is to make her dreams come true. What an extraordinary, unordinary pair the two.