the memory of the mitt

Jayanth Rao                                                        

Mrs. Meadows

 English G/H

5^th October 2011

 Memory of the Mitt

         I was walking on the streets of New York when I looked around I spotted a local store. There were 15 gloves in the store. I asked the store owner how much a glove was and he said that each glove costs 3 dollars. I looked in my pocket and found only one dollar and fifty cents. I got the money out and asked him if he had any glove for that much.

 ” Just a second”, he replied as he walked out of sight. After a long wait, he finally appeared with a worn out glove.

He said “It’s a used one”. I had to get it for Jeffry since today is his birthday. He loves base ball and he is my brother. When I came home Jeffry was watching TV.

I told him, “Jeffry, I have a present for you!”

 He asked, “What is it?”

 “Nothing, just a base ball glove”, I replied.

 He asked, “Where is it?” I gave it to him and said “How is it Jeffry?”

He replied enthusiastically, “it’s just perfect!”

I asked “What’s stinking Jeff?”

He said “mom”. I went in the kitchen, I saw mom making dinner. It looked disgusting and smelled bad. When I went back to the living room, I saw Jeffry writing on the glove.

I asked him “What are you writing Jeff?”

He replied, “Oh! Nothing just a poem”. Jeffry was a good poet. I asked him why he was writing it on the glove. He said that if he got bored on the field he could read it. He was getting ready for a base ball game he has tomorrow.

The next morning I woke up and looked out of the window. Jeffry was practicing with the glove I gave. I went to eat breakfast. We had bacon and eggs. I called Jeffry to come and eat. He said he wasn’t hungry.

But my mom said “Jeffry, if you don’t eat you can’t play well”. So he came and ate.

It was 10:00 AM and we were already in the field. We sat on the last row. Jeffry was an outfielder because he was good at catching balls. He didn’t get many balls to catch .So he was reading the poems he wrote on the glove. While he was reading, a ball came in fast and hit his head and he fainted. My and I mom rushed him to the hospital. The doctors ran some tests and informed us that he had leukemia and may not have a long time to live. After five months my brother Jeffry died. The only thing he left behind was the glove and poems on it.