My favorite things are my stroller, my bear, and my yellow bow in my hair. My mommy is nice, but I am sort of afraid of the man my mommy tells me is my daddy. He came home this year from the war. I don’t know where he was, but mommy and i would send letters every day.
I watched mommy catch a mouse in her shoe. She was brave. She ran into the bathroom and threw the mouse into the pot. I hope it goes down the drain. I am afraid to sit there now; the mouse may come back and bite my butt.
Last night it was light outside, but I had to go to bed. All the other kids were outside playing, but mommy said it was bedtime. I cried. I didn’t want to go to bed.
There are many people living in this house with me and mommy. My granny, my pop, two aunts, two uncles, two cousins and us. Now that daddy is home, we are going to move next door to a new house. This house is crowded.
When I wake up in the morning, I smell biscuits. My granny cooks in the kitchen and I watch her, but she gets up really early to make the biscuits. My room is over the kitchen.
This year I want a doll for Christmas. Last year I got my teddy bear. He sleeps with me and goes everywhere I go. I love him. I still want a doll.