Letter to a Little Princess
Dear Princess,
It was a cool fall day and Mama, Princess Precious and little Joy were glad to step inside the large Goodwill building at the end of their walk from home. Mama went to look for clothes, and after having asked permission, Precious and Joy skipped toward the toy section.
“Mama, may I buy this baby, please?” Princess Precious ran breathlessly back toward Mama. Look how pretty she is! And it’s only $1.89! Oh, please!”
Mama took the doll from Precious’ hand and turned it over thoughtfully. “Well, it’s on sale—a blue tag—50% off today…”
Precious’ hopes soared. Mama approved of things on sale.
“…However, she has a cracked toe, plus a broken finger. She’s dirty, and although she could be cleaned, she’s made of rather cheap plastic and would tear up soon. I don’t think you really want this kind of doll, Precious. Even though it’s cheap, it’s not worth the money.”
Self-pity tears filled Precious’ eyes. “But Mama… I love her, I really do. I don’t care if she’s got a broken finger. And I have the money… she’s on sale…” Precious’ voice trailed off.
“Remember the baby you’re saving for?” Mama reminded. “Remember the beautiful, ‘Just Newborn’? You’ll soon have enough money to buy her and she’s much better—almost like real.”
“But I’ve got to have five whole more dollars and that will take forever!” Precious whined.
“It hasn’t taken you forever to earn twenty,” Mama replied pleasantly. “Just a little more work and you will have it.”
You’re mean, Precious thought under her breath. You don’t want me to have this one and I should… it’s on sale… it’s the one I want and it’s my money….
But when Mama said no, the answer was no, so Precious walked grumpily back to the toys.
“Time to go, girls!” Mama called soon.
Precious jumped back when Mama tried to take her hand. “I’m big enough—not five years old anymore!” she snapped.
Mama didn’t say anything, but somehow Precious felt even grumpier than before. She walked along sulkily all the way home. Joy’s happy chatter made her feel even worse inside. Precious began to think she was a slave—she could earn money, but she couldn’t spend it—at least the way she wanted to. The world was a terrible place and she hated being alive. Precious kicked the dust under her feet, and held back tears until her eyes stung.
This story is going to be continued, Lord willing. But first, I need some help from you. Could you complete the following activity and send it back to Treasures of the Kingdom?
- What do you think is going to happen at the end of this story?
- Why?
- Do you think Mama was wrong to say no?
- Why do you think Mama said no?
- What is going to happen if Precious continues to keep the attitude she has now?
I’m going to be watching the mail for your answers—and then we’ll finish the story!
Love,
Aunt Grace
