Hannah Noir Short Stories

Slowly, I began seeing carved pumpkins, skeletons, and ghosts. It was time for Halloween. Hannah le Noir approached me with a gleam in her eyes and I knew she had a plan. “Let’s make our own costumes!” she blurted out. I questioned her by stating that we could just buy one from Walmart. “No no no no no—if we just buy it, then it would not be as meaningful. I want to create my own possessions and with the hard work I put in, something great will surely emerge,” she strongly replied. On October 31st, we were ready to trick or treat in our homemade red riding hood costumes. For every knock and every door bell rung, we were answered by a handful of candy. After we had a basketful of sweets, Hannah gave half of the candy she collected to her younger brother. Not only does Hannah le Noir passionately pursues building crafts, but she also possesses the kindest and most accepting heart one could have. Hannah will make anything she can with great fervor.
Although I could barely understand and speak English during my first few months in the U.S., she accepted me for who I was and treated me as if I was just like everyone else and not some foreigner. I am not the only one whom she embraced--her brother, Benjamin, was born with down syndrome but welcomed into her world and family. She takes care of her brother with great patience despite the fact that he can be exceptionally stubborn. Throughout her life, she had to cancel many events in order to accommodate the plans of her brother. For example, she constantly had the responsibility of watching over her brother and even cancelled her own birthday party due to conflicts with Benjamin—there would be no one to supervise him and her parents were too busy with him to host a proper celebration. Hannah was put into a lot of pressure since a young age to look over her brother; despite all the impediments, she never complained about him but accepted him as her lovable