His hair has grown, and so have I.
At the beginning he couldn't even comb it and now he can brush it.
At the beginning I couldn't even speak and now I can scream.
At the beginning it was barely even there and now it's prominent.
At the beginning I wasn't even part of a group and now I'm part of a family.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Margot Frank
Non-FictionA nonfiction account of a young girl's experiences in theatre, through vignettes.
