Script of Narrative Writing from different point of view

The story I choose: The Little Match-Girl
The point of view of the story: Third person point of view
New point of view: First person point of view
Script:
That was a Christmas Eve with heavy snow. I was selling matches on the street.
“Matches, matches!” But no one looked at me.
A few days ago, my parents died.
I was selling matches without a coat in the cold weather.
But I didn't sell even one box.
I was so hungry that I couldn't even open my mouth.
Then, a carriage came close to me slowly.
Trying to keep away from the carriage, I slipped and fell on the ice, and I lost my shoes.
I had to walk on the snowy street with bare feet.
Over a window, I saw a family gathered under a warm and bright light.
They seemed so happy.
The snow began to fall more heavily.
“It’s so cold.” My body was frozen hard.
Even though I was hungry, and felt pain in my feet, I couldn’t go back home because I couldn’t sell any matches.
“Matches, you want some matches?”
The people walking on the street looked very happy holding each other’s arms.
But no one bought my matches.
“Ho~” I tried to warm up my hands and feet, but it only made me hungrier.
“It’s so cold. Why is it so cold today? I have to skip my meal today because I couldn’t sell any of these matches.”
I lit a match to warm up my body.
Even though it was a small light, it made me a little warmer.
I felt as if I was sitting right next to a fireplace.
“Oh, it’s warm!” I kept lighting matches.
Suddenly, a table full of delicious food came up in front of me.
“Oh, it looks delicious.”
As I lit another match, a Christmas tree appeared.
“How beautiful!”
I lit the last match.
Then, my grandmother appeared.
“Sweetie, come to Heaven with me.” My grandmother held me tightly in her arms and rose up to the sky.
The next day, I was dead and found in the street.
“Poor girl, maybe she tried to warm herself with these matches.”
People felt pity for me and buried me in the ground in the sunlight.