The little boy is going out to fly his kite. He wants to be a pilot. He loves his freedom. His name is Jeff. Freedom is the best thing in the world. Jeff has a family, just an ordinary family. The family like him to play by himself cause he is a by-yourself boy, without brothers and sisters. After flying his kite Jeff went and sat down. He brought a hole into the story. He made the little thing, the paper plane. We don’t know whether he passed away or not. No, he’s happy he has a plane. He made it on his own. This makes him a pilot. He is a little boy looking up to his plane. I think he is feeling happy and bright on his way to the grave yard.
This story was created by Bianca, Maureen, Angelita, Peggy, Val and Marina
at Carinya Dementia Unit on 9/3/16.