As for me, no I don't like it. I guess you could say that other people like it or find it fascinating but not me. I don't like it one bit. The reason I don't like it is because of my life. My mother was kidnapped 1 year ago and the police aren't being one bit helpful. As for my father, he is in jail for trying to transport Marijuana from Africa to the U.S. I have two sisters by the names of Abby and Elizabeth. Abby is in college and far, far away from me, and as for Elizabeth, she has no interest in me. She is all interested in the job she has. She is a model and is obsessed with makeup and shopping. So now you ask, who is there to care for me? Well there are two people, one is my grandfather. My grandfather is a great person, but he is very old and sickly. So the person who takes care of my grandfather and me is a maid I have had all my life since I was born. She is like my mom to me. Her name is Matilda. She looks different from my mother but their hearts are the same.
There is an Ash tree in our yard. I always read there. It has supposedly been there for over 80 years. It is a good climbing tree, too. Sometimes when I want some quiet time I climb up 3 branches, 1 of which I have to pull myself up on and dangle on while I pull myself up and get myself all dirty. When I reach near the top of the tree there is a hole, a big hole, big enough to fit me, an 11 year old. I can sit and get cozy and if I wanted to I could take a nap there.
When I was 6 I was very curious. I had climbed up the tree and had taken a nap. When I woke up I couldn't get down. I started screaming and shouting and crying hysterically. Matilda came to the rescue. She had been making lunch and she was still wearing an apron. I had jumped into her arms. That was when I knew that Holly, my mom wasn't coming back and that Matilda was as close as I could get to having my mom back, or having a mom at all.