Mary rolled over, and the straw pallet rustled beneath her. Nearby she saw the shadowy forms of her sisters, still sound asleep. What awakened her? She stifled a yawn, then made her way silently over to the window. An orange sun was just arching over the houses to the east. Somewhere an early morning rooster announced that another day had begun. Maybe if I hurry, I'll be able to get a few words written before the rest of the family stirs. She tiptoed silently over to the Family Storage Chest and lifted the lid.
"Mary'am, what are you doing?" Her six year old sister looked sweet with her sleepy eyes and mussed up hair curling over her forehead. Mary'am placed a finger to her lips. "I want to write in my diary, tinoki," she whispered. She collected her clay pot of ink, reed pen, and the scroll of parchment she had been working on, and tiptoed silently out of the room...
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