I am reciting a Monologue I wrote as Matilda at the end of the novel Mister Pip about her relationship between herself and her mother and Mr. Watts.
Mister Pip Script for Oral
I am reciting a Monologue I wrote as Matilda at the end of the novel Mister Pip about her relationship between herself and her mother and Mr. Watts.
Days, weeks, and months have gone by. Yet, I do remember the memories fresh. All that was in my mind was what I was trying to forget. My mum belonged in those memories. I didn’t want to forget her. But I didn’t want to recall the other things that would ride back by her memory. I’d see the soldiers again, the worried look on Mr. Watts face and I would smell my mum’s fear whilst standing next to me. I do not know what someone would do with memories like these. It feels wrong to want to forget them, but it feels even worse to remember them. I may forget these, but will never stop wondering if things would have turned out to be different. Things could have been different.