My name is Letty. I am 10 years old. Today was a big day. I got to talk to Doc. It was good, but then it was not so good. I am mad at him. I don’t want to talk to him again.
I didn’t want to go to work with Beatriz because I wanted to talk about what happened with Doc. Beatriz said we had to go to work cause it was time to work. She said they were especting her at work. I just wanted to go home. So Beatriz let me bring in Hammy my stuffed hamster so that I could pet him while we were at work. I had to promise to be quiet and not come out at work. It was hard cause I wanted to talk about what happened with Doc. Beatriz then let me get passion fruit iced tea at the coffee shop. She prefers Earl Grey. Blech.
Anyways, Beatriz took the witness statement, and I wanted to help out. So when she went to proof read the statement I did it for her. She needed a break. BUT, I missed some spelling mistakes. Beatriz noticed later, and she realized what I did. Uh oh … I was just trying to help. Beatriz said that’s why I need to listen to her because work is grown up stuff. She said she knew I tried to help, but that work is only for her to do.
So we are all very tired. I am tired. Beatriz let me get a Strawberry Shortcake app on her iPhone. I like that she knows I’m here now.
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Strawberry Shortcake is awesome! Sorry you were mad at the doc. I don’t like docs either.
Yeah, we like Strawberry Shortcake!
I can see why.
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