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Hi! My name is Ella Greene. Well actually, it's Ella Corday-Greene. I am five years old and in kindergarten. I love to draw, so I am sitting here in the lounge of my mommy's hospital, drawing a picture. My mommy is a surgeon. She is a doctor that does operations, and helps a lot of people, who are sick or hurt, to get better. I wish she could have made my daddy better. I miss my daddy. His name was Mark, and he was a doctor too. My daddy is in heaven now, but I miss him so very much. Mommy cries a lot whenever I ask about Daddy, so I don't ask her about him too much. But mommy's friends at the hospital tell me things about him whenever I ask them, because my daddy used to work at this hospital with them too, before he died and went to heaven.

Uncle Dave said that daddy died of cancer. When I asked what that was, he said that daddy had a growth in his head. But Daddy is bald in all the pictures of him that I've seen, so I don't know how he could die of a growth on his head, if he had nothing on his head. Aunt Kerry says it's complicated and they'll explain it to me when I am older, and I'll understand. Everyone at the hospital tells me things about Daddy. But I still miss him and I can't even remember him. Uncle Carter says that's because Daddy died when I was only one year old. I love Uncle Carter. His first name is John, but everybody including Mommy, call him Carter, so I call him Uncle Carter. He doesn t mind, he says I can call him whatever I want. I love him. He says I'm his little munchkin, and he takes me out for ice cream, to the movies and to Chicago Bulls games. Uncle Carter says that Daddy liked to play basketball, especially with Uncle Doug, his friend who lives in Seattle now.

I like Uncle Doug a lot too, but I don't get to see him that often, because Mommy says he lives too far away, on the other side of the country. Uncle Doug, and Aunt Carol are very nice, and they have two twin girls, Tess, and Kate, who are a little older than me. Last time they all visited us, at Thanksgiving, me and Tess and Kate played with Barbies. It was so fun. Tess and Kate had just gotten Beauty Shop Barbie for their birthday and they had brought it with them. We were playing with it, and it was so cool. You could cut Barbie s hair, and then it would grow again, just like in real life. I think I want to get Beauty Shop Barbie for Christmas. I can't wait for Christmas. Mommy says it's real soon. I told her I want to get Beauty Shop Barbie for Christmas, and I think she is relieved, because every year I ask for Santa to bring my daddy back. Uncle Carter says that no one can ever come back from heaven, and Mommy becomes sad and cries when I ask if Santa can bring Daddy back for Christmas. Uncle Doug and Aunt Carol knew Daddy the longest, more than any of his friends in Chicago, except for maybe Aunt Susan, Aunt Lydia, and Uncle Peter.

Uncle Luka says that Daddy wore glasses, like me, and was very tall. Aunt Susan says that he was really sweet, but I don't think Mommy likes Aunt Susan very much, even though I don't know why. Mommy says she'll tell me when I am older. I hate when grown-ups say that! I can't wait until I am older!

Aunt Jing-Mei, and Aunt Abby say that Daddy was very smart and helpful, and that he cared a lot about everybody. I'm so glad. My daddy sounds very nice. I wish I could have known him. I am sitting here in the lounge drawing a picture, because Mommy has to do an operation. Right now, Aunt Haleh is taking care of me, but all of her (and Daddy's) friends at the hospital have come in at some time today to see me. Aunt Chuni, Aunt Connie, Aunt Lily, Uncle Malik, Uncle Yosh, Uncle Luka, Aunt Kerry, Aunt Jing-Mei, Uncle Dave, Aunt Abby, Uncle Don, Aunt Lydia, Uncle Carter, Aunt Susan, Uncle Peter and Aunt Cleo, all came in to talk or play with me today. I am drawing a picture of Mommy standing by the deck at our house, but then I start to think about the Carnival.

We were supposed to go to a Christmas Carnival at my school, but then the hospital called, and Uncle Robert said that Mommy had to come in to do this operation, even though she was supposed to be off from work today. I don't like Uncle Robert. He's very mean and says mean things about Daddy. I don't think that Mommy likes him very much either, but she doesn't say it because he is her boss. Uncle Robert is so mean, though. He calls me a little brat, and says that Mommy would have been a better surgeon if she didn't have to take care of me. Once, Mommy heard him, and yelled at him so loud that Aunt Cleo said they could hear her downstairs. Mommy says I shouldn't listen to him when he says mean stuff, but I still have to show him respect, because he is an adult, even though I don't like him at all.

Mommy says that we can still go to the Carnival. She says it is all day long and we will go straight from the hospital after she is done with her operation. I can't wait to go! Mommy baked these really neat English Christmas cookies, she calls biscuits, for the Carnival, and she let me help. At the end, after we put the cookies in the oven, she let me lick the spoon. It was yummy!

After a while, Mommy comes in and says she's done and we can go to the Carnival. Yay! So we go, and I have a lot of fun. I go on some rides by myself, and Mommy goes on some rides with me. It is fun. But I still miss my daddy.