Authors: Coralie Hughes Jensen
When
we returned to our room to wash up, I sat down on my bed and reached under my
pillow. Grabbing my mother’s wool scarf and kneading the material between my
fingers, I put my face down close and inhaled what I remembered of my mother’s
scent.
*
Those
first few years were quiet. I watched my peers and followed what they did. I
attended school and was good at my lessons. And needless to say, I did not
flirt with boys. In spite of the dependable and therefore comforting cycle of
seasons, my life would change forever one November when a young orphan came to
stay at our dwelling. She would bring the best and worst of the world among us,
and I would slowly begin to realize just how stifling the rules set down by my
new family had become.
Also by Coralie Hughes Jensen
:
Lety’s Gift
2012 (Reprint)
Passup Point
2012 (Reprint)
Winter Harvest
2012 (Reprint)
The Pukeko
2013