Empathic Essay (draft)
I’m disappointed. Really disappointed.
Everybody’s congratulating me on my performance.
I was so happy before the performance started. My uncle Rawhiri came back from somewhere called Papua New Guinea, and Nani was wearing her ‘vegetable’ hat with the dress that Uncle Rawhiri bought for her, and some lime-green panels to it that made her look “out of this world”, Uncle Rawhiri said. Which was really funny because the dress was red. My dad was also there. But paka wasn’t. But it didn’t matter, because he could always come later and listen to my speech at the end.
The school break-up ceremony was going to be held on a Friday evening, and I had sent out ...view middle of the document...
I didn’t understand it at first, but now I know why.
The performance started, and while I was singing, doing skits, or gymnastics, I kept looking back at the door. When was Koro going to come? I kept going back to the audience to ask uncle, Nani and daddy, and I would be asking when was he coming, and told Uncle that Koro would be missing the best parts of the show. But I really wished he could be here from the start of the performance, so he could see what I’ve done over the year.
Each performance came and went by, and when we went into the cultural part of the show, I ordered really loudly, ‘Hands on hips!’, ‘Let’s begin!’, and stomped my foot very enthusiastically. I was gleaming to the audience and my voice spread around the room.
As time went on, I realised that Koro wasn’t going to come. Because I am a girl. I started feeling really sad and disappointed. While I was doing the dance, I also saw Nani, dad and Rawhiri looking at me. It was like a face that felt really sorry for me, and I saw uncle try to get up halfway, but Nani pulled him down and muttered something. She was gripping him really hard and her lips were quivering.
Then I got it. They knew that Koro wasn’t going to come, and they were feeling sorry for me, as I really wanted Koro to watch the ceremony.
He didn’t come because I’m a girl. I’m not a boy and therefore continue the family role as chief. I don’t blame Koro really. It is my fault that I am a girl.
I saw their eyes getting misty as I performed, but as I thought about Koro not being here, I started to feel more and more disappointed as the performance went on....