The best birthday present ever
HELLO everybody! My name is Twinkle. Dad calls me Twinkle Toes and he loves me to bits.
Are you reading this at school? If so, lucky you! I have to stay at home while my foot mends. Booh!
Right now Iím at Maís flat in Tin Shui Wai and Pau Pau wonít let me watch cartoons, even though Ma is out working. At least I can go to Dadís at weekends.
Dad is an English guy. Ma is Chinese. She chose my Chinese name: ???? Ma and Pau Pau call me ??. Once upon a time we all lived together.
Dad believes Iíll be able to walk properly one day.
One day Iíll tell you whatís wrong with my foot.
I hope youíll still like me.
For now, Iíll tell you about last weekend and my tenth birthday.
As usual, Ma put me on the bus and Dad was waiting for me at Mui Wo on Lantau island. As usual, Dad lifted me high and kissed me, and his stubble grazed my cheek.
Lots of people were crowded round a lamppost: all I could see was heads. ďWhatís up?Ē I asked.
I couldnít see Dadís eyes for his sunglasses.
ďSomething special. For you, Twinkle Toes,Ē he replied.
The crowd parted and I saw (drum roll) Ö a pony! A real pony! Dappled grey with a whitestripe down her head. Thin grey legs. Her tail was swishing about like a rattan broom. I laughed aloud. ďFor me?Ē
Her muzzle felt like silk. She had the kindest eyes and the longest eyelashes youíve ever seen. She smelt of grass.
Can you imagine a better present?
What happened next? Iíll tell you next week.
Until then: toodle-pip!
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