Storytelling: Lost mom

Vypočuj si príbeh o rodine z pohľadu malého chlapca. Čo sa stalo? Kde je jeho mama? Verím, že ťa príbeh zaujme. Tento príbeh je vhodný pre úroveň A2/B1. Používajú sa tam základné časy a slovná zásoba.

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When I was a child, I heard my parents arguing in the kitchen at night. I didn’t know what was going on. I went down to check on them. When I came to the kitchen, I saw my mom, but the man wasn’t my dad. Mom quickly told me: “Go to your room!” I was waiting for 10 minutes and I still heard their voices. I really wanted to sleep. Maybe after an hour and a half, the house was quiet and I fell asleep again. 

When I woke up in the morning, I was excited because that day was the pancake day. Every Sunday my mom would prepare pancakes for us. I loved them! But… I didn’t smell any pancakes. It was weird. I ran to the kitchen, but no-one was there. “Hmmm… maybe she’s still sleeping,” I thought. I decided to wake her up. When I opened my parents’ bedroom door, I could see my dad. Mom wasn’t next to him though. I touched him softly, he blinked and I asked: “Dad, where is mom?” “I don’t know,” he replied, looking at the other side of the bed. “What time is it?” He asked. “It’s 9.00AM.” He realized that he overslept. “Let’s find her together.” We searched the whole house, but we didn’t find her anywhere. 

Dad called her on her phone. We were silent for a second when we heard the phone ringing in the living room. Nobody knew what was happening. Dad started to call his friends, my mom’s friends, our family… nobody had seen her, nobody had spoken to her. When I saw the panic in my dad’s eyes, I told him about the night argument. “Who was it? What did he look like?” I started crying. I didn’t know the answers to my dad’s questions and I felt that it’s my fault that mom got lost. Dad called his friend who is a police officer. He took it really seriously. Ten minutes after the call, the police car was in front of our house. Three policemen came – one of them was Paul, my dad’s friend. They shut the door to the living room and started talking. Meanwhile I played with my brother. He was just a baby. 

When the policemen left, dad’s eyes were red. It looked like he was crying. He didn’t say anything. He slowly and silently went up to his room and locked the door. I could hear him crying. What happened? I missed my mom and I wanted to see her. 

The whole day went by. My dad didn’t leave his room. I knocked on the door and asked him: “Can we have dinner? I’m hungry.” I was only five years old and I didn’t understand why my dad was crying. I didn’t know that I should have asked him why he was crying. My dad answered calmly: “What would you like to eat?” “Pancakes with nutella.” Dad smiled and we went to the kitchen. “Do you want to help me?” he asked.  “Yes! I’ll bring nutella.” We were cooking for an hour. When we finished, dad put us to bed, switched off the lights and said good night. 

I had a dream that night. My mom was holding my hand. We were in a park playing together. This is my last memory of mom. 

Dad woke us up in the morning. We was trying to find a way to tell us the news. “Your mom isn’t with us any more,” he said. “Is she visiting grandma?” I asked. “No, she went to heaven to see your grandpa.” “That’s so nice of her.” I replied not fully understanding what it meant. “At least he won’t be alone.”