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Beth POV

I'm beth, my mummy sits in her room as me and Raille sit on the bed looking at odd books with weird scribbles on the pages. Muma calls it words. In kindergarten we learn how to.. Oh wait, what's that word again..? Oh yah! Reading.. Oo! Oo! And writing!

Daddy's supposed to come home today for Christmas, its the coldest time now. I think I've been good this year, Raille has been nicer. I'm the naughty one aunty Mali says.

But Ronnie thinks I'm cute when I'm naughty. He's in first grade. He says they get desks and stuff. It sounds kinda weird. But I can't wait.

Ronnie is my boyfriend, well that's what he tells all the other girls that tried to share his crayons. I'm the only one he shares his crayons with. He doesn't even share with my sister. Carter shares his juice boxes with Raille, Carter says that she's his girlfriend. Raille says yah, too.

But daddy doesn't like it, he says beth and Raille to young for boys. I am five, in not a little baby anymore.

Christmas Eve is today. Santa's coming, me and Raille made up cookies and this Christmas milk called egg- nog? It taste good even though it has a funny sounding name.

Mum tucks us in our bed, smiling. Placing kisses to our noses. "Night my babies." Mummy grins blowing raspberries on our cheeks. "Love you."

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