She looked at the picture of her make shift aunt and uncle who always sneered and snickered at her red and white stockings. She remembered the day Uncle Perfect stepped on her toe and did not even blurt out an apology...this journal entry required the red pen...fire burned within...Hazel would understand.
But then there was Auntie Precious...she was full of sweetness. The kind you find here in Nowhere. Pippit wrote in full living color...You were always looking out for me, you were always on my side. You made me laugh and you always let me swing from the parlor chandelier...Auntie Precious was perfectly priceless to me. She gave me great courage to be who I am. Will Hazel understand?
Pippit closed her journal and took a deep sigh. She had made her decision, she would try not to scare Hazel and she would try to be good even when she was tempted to be loud. That seemed to scare Hazel. Pippit reached for her trunk and decided to put on some slippers and walk softly around Hazel for a little while to see if Hazel would notice her.