I’m Norma Elliot. I know what you’re thinking; who names their kid Norma nowadays? I feel the same as you. I’m a ginger―that means red-head. Actually, my hair isn’t red; it’s orange, but I guess red-head sounds better than orange-head. First, because it rhymes, and second, someone may get confused and think that my head is an actual orange. I’m ten years old and sharp―what my dad calls me―that means smart, not pointy.
My story is about what I did during the winter season―no brainer. The title gave that away. It’s mostly about me learning life lessons and spending time with God, when I write to Him in my secret journal.
Oh, I need to mention, I’m not perfect; definitely not. Thought I’d warn you, just in case you’re expecting to read a story about some cute little angel type girl. If you were, you might want to find a different story to read. But if you’re up for a story about a girl who’s a work in progress―what dad says our old house is―you may just like mine. I really hope you do.
Anyway, bye for now.
this sounds like a great book to read. Thanks
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