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A+ ATTITUDE

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Contents

Chapter 1: No Pep...............................9Chapter 2: Real Sad.............................27Chapter 3: Great News...........................41Chapter 4: Low Energy...........................59Chapter 5: Bright Spark.........................77Chapter 6: Outgoing Kid.........................95Chapter 7: Much Charm...........................111Discussion Questions............................127Write Your Own Letter...........................129Word Keep Book..................................130Bonus English Grammar Pages.....................131Word Search Solutions...........................135Answer Keys.....................................142Acknowledgments.................................143

Chapter One

"Morgan Noelle Love! You have got to get out of the car and let go of my waist, girl. I'm going to be late. You're squeezing me like I'm a lemon and you're trying to make lemonade." My dad said this to me as I hugged him tighter than I used to hold my teddy bear, Goldie, when I was in kindergarten. Now that I was going into the second grade, there was a lot going on. Can't a kid get a break?

I am a big girl now. I don't need Goldie to make sure I can sleep at night. I'm big enough to know that the bed bugs won't bite. What I do need is my father, First-Class Captain, Monty Love. He's leaving me again to go back to the U.S. Navy to serve our country off the coast of Africa.

We spent the last two months together, and they were so great. Now our fun time is over. It made me sad to hear him say good-bye, not knowing when he was coming back to Georgia. What will I do without my daddy?

Daddy said, "Morgan, sweetie, I'm serious. I have a plane to catch. It's time for you to go inside your grandparents' house. You see them up there looking out of the window. They can't wait to spend time with you."

I saw them all right. Every time I looked over at their pretty, two-story, red brick house, they jerked away from the window. They didn't want us to think they were spying, but we saw them. And though I loved them very much, I knew that once I went inside their house, I'd lose my dad for a long while—and possibly forever. I could not let him go. I just couldn't.

"I don't want you to leave, Dad. My teacher last year told me that wars are serious fights. This might be the last time I ever see you."

Time. I wanted more of it to share with my daddy, but it was quickly getting away from me. Just like when Papa watches a basketball game and his favorite team is behind and the clock is running out. That makes him real nervous.

Wanting Daddy to understand just how much he means to me, I had to do something real fast. The only thing I could think of at the moment was to shout out. I wanted the whole world to hear me: "I love my country, but why does my dad have to defend it? Couldn't they find someone else?"

To my final attempt, Daddy calmly said, "Now, Morgan, we've gone over all of this before. It's my job to serve in the military, but it won't last forever. That reminds me, baby. I want you to know that all of the letters you send me when I'm away really keep me going. It brings a huge smile to my face to know that I'm keeping my baby girl safe and protecting all the other little children of this great country. I'm so proud of the little lady you are growing up to be, and I know it's going to be hard for us to be apart. But, you know what? You have Jesus in your heart, and He's in my heart too. The Holy Spirit that we talked about is with us. So you don't have to worry about Daddy being safe because God is with me."

He reached into the backseat and pulled out an adorable pink basket tied with a bright pink matching bow. When he handed it to me, I said with surprise, "You got me a present?" My eyes lit up as I held it in my hands. "Wow, it's so beautiful!" All of a sudden, my voice sounded much happier than it had before now.

I couldn't wait another minute to see what was inside, so I ripped off the pretty wrapper. There in the basket was a cute pink notebook with glitter sparkles all over it. It was just the right size to fit in the front pocket of my book bag. On the side of the notebook there was a sparkly pink gel pen with a feather cap. Right away I wanted to use it to write on the fancy matching stationery.

Dad could see how excited I was, but I could tell by the look on his face that he was waiting to tell me something important. Pointing to the notebook, he said, "Now, Morgan, this is not a diary. It's your word keep book."

"My what?" I asked.

"Your word keep book. My baby girl is so smart. And that's because you love learning new, big words. I want you to keep a log of those words. Write them down along with their meanings. Then use them in your own sentences when you write me letters on your new stationery. That way I'll know what you're learning."

"But I don't want to write letters to you, Daddy. I want you here with me when I learn the new words," I said, as I put the basket down beside me and looked out the window. I didn't want him to see my tears falling. "I want you here to protect me."

"Everything will be okay, Morgan. You have your grandparents here, a mom who loves you more than the world itself, and another daddy that ..."

He kept talking, but I stopped listening. It's been two years since my parents sat me down and told me that they weren't going to be married anymore. Mommy has a new husband now. To make everything worse, I couldn't go home because she was in the hospital about to have a new baby.

I love my grandparents, Mama and Papa, so much. They made me feel special because I was their only grandchild to love. Soon they were going to have a new grandchild. I was my mom's baby, and now she was having a new baby. I wasn't going to be special Morgan Noelle Love anymore. Was it wrong to be upset?

My dad got out of the car and took my bags out of the trunk. He walked way ahead of me to my grandparents' door. At any other time I would be running ahead of him to get inside and play tea party with Mama or hide-and-seek with Papa. But this day I had no pep in my step.

When they reached down to hug me, I just walked past both of them and went straight upstairs. I had my own bedroom at their house, but that didn't matter. My face was sadder than a girl who didn't get anything for Christmas.

They didn't even bother me. They both knew my heart was broken, and my dad couldn't help me feel better because he had a plane to catch.

When I looked out of the window, I saw Daddy standing by the porch, waving and blowing kisses up at me. I tried so hard to hold back more tears, but I lost the battle. Yes, I was mad at him for leaving me, but I couldn't let him leave without telling him one more time how I felt. So I ran downstairs as fast as I could, jumping over the bottom two stairs.

Everyone knew I would come back for a better goodbye. As I dashed to the door, Mama gave me a basket of goodies to hand to him. My Papa held the door open wide and there stood my dad with his arms stretched out. I jumped into them like I was bouncing on a trampoline.

He picked me up high in the air and spun me around. "You're my little lady, Morgan. Know that you are the most special girl in the world," he said to me.

Daddy kissed me on the forehead and took...