I am very nearly grown-up, and quite wise and mature compared to when I was ten and three-quarters. When a disaster unfolds right in the middle of my living room, which seems to happen quite a lot these days, I am not about to run for cover, screaming. I am not about to pretend it isn’t happening or try to keep it secret or lie awake for long hours all through the night, tossing and turning and having stomach-churning nightmares, like I did with Dad’s last big plan. No, those days are gone.Slamming gates and hanging upside down on tyre-swings will not cut it, either.I am eleven now, and I am going to deal with this problem in a mature and sensible way. I will stay calm at all times, and listen, and gather information. The more I know, the more I can do to stop this whole thing from happening. I even have a notebook, so I can jot down important points and then use them to come up with a plan later.While I was out at the park, Dad made some cabbage and kidney-bean soup for tea, with the misguided idea that this will cheer us up and win us over to his cause.
What do You think about Daizy Star And The Pink Guitar?
