Don't Open That Door! (Suffix)
Practice Words
Two-syllable words with common suffixes such as -ness, -ment, -er, -ful, -less, and -ly.
This is my grandad, Pa. He truly loves telling me stories at bedtime. He sits on my bed with a warm mug and shares his tales. No book is as good as his stories. His tall tales make me feel so cheerful.
Tonight, Pa leans in closer to tell me about a girl made of air. He is quite the actor when he tells a story. I ask if this is a tall tale. He simply smiles and says he will ask me what I think at the end.
The girl made of air cannot be seen. She is nameless, like an actor hidden behind a mask. If she sits softly in a chair, you would hardly see her there. Only a small dip in the cushion gives her away.
If you are outside when it starts to rain, you might see her shape. The raindrops fall gently around her, showing her faint outline. Still, people walk quickly past without a look. Only a careful watcher will truly find her.
When it snows, the flakes rest softly on her head and shoulders. Now her faint shape can truly be seen. A few children stop and stare. They brighten with cheerful smiles as they point toward her snowy shape.
One morning, she acted boldly. She walked into a school, sat down, and picked up a green crayon. The boy next to her screamed loudly, and the teacher dropped her coffee. To him, a crayon was slowly drawing a shape all by itself.
When she spoke to him, the boy was no longer fearful. He asked if he could paint her so he could really see her. She held truly still, hopeful. He slowly brushed bright yellow paint where her eyes and smile would be.
When the boy finished painting, the girl asked him to fill her hair with things she loved. He painted a heart, a star, a cheerful cat, and bright music notes. She smiled gladly, looking lovely and truly seen at last.
The girl made of air started a daily habit. Every morning, she painted herself before going out into the world. Bright footprints marked her path forward. A paintbrush and fresh sparkles trailed behind her.
She feels that when she paints herself full of things she loves, people can really see her for the first time. Hearts, stars, flowers, and brightness fill her shape. She stands on a gentle hill, glowing and cheerful, truly seen by all.
Pa comes to the end of his tale. He asks me to think deeply about what I just heard. I lie under my blanket and ask myself if the story is really true. Was this truly a tall tale, or something from Pa's childhood?
I tell him I think it is all made up, and he smiles warmly and says goodnight. But then, the door creaks slowly open. Brightness spills in from the hallway, but no one is there. I quickly pull the blanket up to my chin. Could the girl made of air be real?