The importance of being earnest

Well, it seems it was a huge thing that I started to talk. Everybody would encourage me. Momma, Poppa, these two being the popular words to know.

I seem to have developed a form of speaking Yes and No too, though it doesn’t seem I feel what I’m saying yet; for now I just know I have to respond when people talk.

Somebody in the neighbourhood wasn’t always with all the other children I’ve seen. But she’s popped up. I truly believe she was never born. She was just there one day. I seem to be learning her name; Audrey it is.

We haven’t played together much yet, nor are we talking to each other a lot, but we do seem to have taken some kind of interest in interacting with each other.

One day I’m outside our house by our cars. Audrey is also there. We seem to be getting along well, enjoying our playtime together.

Suddenly my brother comes out angrily. “Who said our car is ugly??!”, he says in angry tones. KEEP READING THIS STORY