Children's Fiction
The blond boy led Yossi across the ice, holding Yossi's elbow as his booted feet slipped and slid. He thrust Yossi in front of the snowbank and switched Yossi's woven cap with the red stocking cap of the burly boy. He shoved the boy's stick into Yossi's hands. Shouting something at the others, he batted the lump of coal down the ice.
Jessica went to visit her grandfather.
He lived by himself and sometimes he got lonely
When she got there, her grandfather was sitting on the back step holding a bowl of milk.
“There’s a wild little cat in the bushes,” he said. “She must be hungry, but she won’t come out.”
“You can’t rush a cat, Granddaddy,” Jessica said.
You hold me up when you comfort me
When you listen to me
When you respect me.
You hold me up
I hold you up
We hold each other up.
