My name is Mea. I am nine years old. I live in a one-story house. My family is poor. I have only one doll of my own. Her name is Jessica. She can talk! At least, that’s what I think!

Jessica is the only special thing I have. My parents work for a lady that lives in a big house. I don’t like her. She’s mean. I know it’s not nice to say that but she always yells at someone. I’ll try to think better thoughts someday, but right now I just can’t!

People say I am shy. My parents gave me this journal to put my thoughts. I’m glad because I like to write about memories in my life.

Remember my doll, Jessica? I like to brush her hair. Jessica’s best clothes are her lavender gown and slippers. Sometimes, I pick wild violets so I can put them in her hair.

I am happy that every night I can walk to my chest, take this journal out, and write about anything I want. Did you know what Jessica just said? She said she’s rich. I wish I were rich too! It’s getting late now. I’ll write tomorrow. Goodnight, my friend.

Dear Journal, dear friend,

It doesn’t seem possible that so many years have passed. We have been such good friends. You helped me through my parent’s divorce. It helps to write about sad happenings.

But, here’s good news­ - they’re back together again! How wonderful for our family,

especially since tomorrow is my 16th birthday. Our family being together is the best present I could ever receive!

Here’s another secret, I’m not poor anymore. Hurray! My grandparents passed on and left us money, as they put it, “to love and learn by”.

Oh, I’m on the last page! It seems I still have more words left in my heart. I must say goodnight now -

Mea