Last night, I was tired and ready to go to bed around 10.30 (my normal time). I get to my room and realize the desk light is on. Who is working at my desk?
It’s my 9 year old daughter, who got out of bed and is writing away at her 12-page autobiography (I believe this is originally a school assignment).
Words. Stories. Narrative about her own life. And can’t sleep. That’s my daughter. 🙂