A Season for Miracles by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781443119962
Publisher: Scholastic Canada
Published: 2006-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Sunday afternoon, December 4

I have had my diary for three days now, but it was talking to Sadie that made me need to begin writing in it. The thing that makes it so strange is that I am not ashamed of who I am or where I come from, and yet deep inside, I understand Sadie’s struggle. You feel you are in a race with a lot of other girls, but you have a sharp, heavy stone in your shoe and you cannot get it out and you begin to fall behind. I know I have fallen behind where I might be if I were really Victoria’s flesh-and-blood sister. The Copes are wonderfully kind to us, except for David sometimes, but nobody needs to be kind to Victoria. My mam would say she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Right now, Vic is so busy practising her piece for the Christmas concert that she doesn’t notice I have started writing in my notebook. This year she is not only in a tableau but she is playing the piano. She loves being in the tableau but she hates the piano. She even calls her piano teacher Miss Hopeless instead of her proper name, Miss Hope. (And she calls the piece she’s practising “Humersquee.” It is really called “Humoresque,” I think.) How I envy her those wonderful piano lessons she so abominates!

Once in a while, when the family are all out, I press down the keys ever so gently and pick out bits of tunes. Even when I have to stop, I hear the notes playing on inside my heart. Sometimes I pretend I am playing scales, as Victoria does, but I do it on the edge of the table or on my quilt in bed. I wish I could have lessons. My father used to play the concertina long ago and he let me press the keys sometimes. I used to sing too. Mam said I was “full of music,” but that was in a lost time. I am so seldom alone now. And there is always housework I should be doing. After all, nice as they are to me, I am still their Home Girl. I am never reminded of it outright, but they do not look at me as another Victoria. Aunt Lily counts on me, though, in a way she never counts on Vic. When something goes wrong, I am the one she calls to help her.

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