Mary's POV:
It has been five years since I've come to live at the Misselthwaite Manor with my Uncle Lord Craven, cousin Sir Colin Craven, servant and friend Martha Sowerby, her brother Dickon Sowerby, the gardener Ben Weatherstaff, our newest laborer Johnathan Smith, and the returning Mrs. Medlock. I have been receiving an excellent education and have been spending much time in the Secret Garden, which is no longer a secret anymore. Though Colin commanded that Mrs. Medlock was to go nowhere near the garden, to which at first she strongly objected to but quickly realized she would have no choice. On a lighter note, my Uncle has been home more now than ever since Colin was born. He has been teaching Colin his trade and has been taking him on business trips and such. Dickon and I have been spending a grand amount of time around each other; he's a man now, seventeen years old with his entire life ahead of him yet he insists to remain here. His sister Martha is now more than just a servant working in the manor, she is one of my dear friends. She often teases me about her brother, saying how fond of me he is and that he can't stop talking about me. It's rather embarrassing, I've never had a boy (or man rather, or either if at that;) be so fond of me. Colin has proved to be rather jealous and often spends all his spare time with us, which doesn't bother me entirely. He keeps telling me that he intends to marry me, but I'm not too fond of the idea, even if everyone else is; all except for Dickon but whenever I ask he says he doesn't mind it so long as I'm happy. My heart seems lighter when I'm with Dickon, but I do love my cousin even when he acts like a spoiled child. I was the same, cold towards others, spoiled rotten, and very selfish. Whenever I think back to the days I spent in India alone, I often find myself crying; something I wasn't used to yet. Mother and father loved me, even if they didn't know it, I'm sure of it. But this is my home now and I intend to cherish every moment I spend here.