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Bad Day to Good
by
Kelly, age 11.

Ben had never been to a funeral until now, his dad’s. Ben didn’t know how to feel, everywhere he turned people were crying and frowning. Ben's mum had found his Dad’s death difficult to deal with, and it took her a while to get back to her normal self. While his mum was away, Ben stayed with his Uncle Robert. Ben didn't mind this; he'd always been close to his Uncle Robert. Not many people came to visit him at Uncle Robert’s house, but they all sent their condolences.

When Ben’s dad had been alive, he rented a flat to keep his possessions in as there had never been enough space in the two bedroom semi-detached town house that Ben’s parent’s owned. As the flat was no longer going to be used the landlord of the flat rang Ben’s mum to ask if she could empty it.

The next day a van pulled up outside Uncle Robert’s house, it was full of all the things from Ben’s dad’s flat. “Ben, come and have a look you might like to keep some stuff" shouted Robert from the bottom of the stairs. Ben pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. He ran as fast as he could down the stairs and out of the door to the van. It wasn’t long before Ben found something interesting. It was a doll’s house that his granddad built years ago, around the time his dad was born. Ben slipped the doll’s house out of the box. It wasn't in good condition, but what do you expect from a 45 year old masterpiece?

Then Ben had a wonderful idea, to rebuild the house into the masterpiece it once was. Ben was great at Design and Technology at school and he started work on the house straight away. He started work on the house straight away. Nobody knew what Ben was up to, he stayed in his room every day, every hour, every minute and every second. The more the house got better, the more happy memories he recalled of the time he’d spent with his Dad. It was hard work, but he thought his dad might have wanted him to rebuild it.

Four days later, Ben came out of his room. "Finished! Look at my house, isn't it beautiful?” There, on the shelf sat the fully restored red doll house. Everybody Ben knew thought it was brilliant.

One day, Ben was sitting on a chair. He looked at the doll-house and saw it move slightly, and then a bit more. Suddenly, it was slowly flying around the room. He could smell the scent of his father’s aftershave, Ben wasn't frightened, he knew exactly who it was. The pen started moving and wrote on the notebook, he was using for his homework. It wrote, ‘I’m proud of you son! You did what I was going to do many years ago but I never got to do it, I never had time. Thank you. I love you.’