Prologue
Elizabeth
(6 year old daughter )
I sometimes hear mommy crying at night. I know she is sad but when she sees me she smiles, but every time I ask about my daddy she just says he went to some place nice in the sky.
My teacher Mr.Thomas says he thinks mommy is pretty and I see him looking at her sometimes. I think he likes her.
Christmas is coming soon and I am so esci- excit-happy. (I couldn't say that big word.)
In class we are writing lists to Santa and I'm gonna write for Santa to get me a new daddy and, a man for mommy.
