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    Mi Mariposa
    Mi Mariposa
    Mi Mariposa
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    Mi Mariposa

    By Tammy Lovell

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    After Jasmine's parents die in a house fire, she is forced to live in an orphanage in Macon, Georgia. One day she discovers a mysterious black hole that takes her time traveling around the globe. She is part of a group of children from London traveling to the country to escape the dangers of WWII. She meets Dr. Martin Luther King and survives th

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTammy Howard Lovell
    Release dateJan 15, 2021
    ISBN9781735797212
    Mi Mariposa
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    Tammy Lovell

    Tammy Lovell lives in Franklin, Tennessee with her husband and two dogs. She has three adult children who are the biggest blessings and inspirations in her life. She is a thirty-six-year veteran public school teacher. Mrs. Lovell graduated Magna cum laude from Vanderbilt University in 1984. Mrs. Lovell grew up in Atlanta, Georgia and is extremely proud of her southern roots. Her mother grew up near the Choctaw community in Conehatta, Mississippi. Mrs. Lovell grew up learning many Choctaw words and customs. She dedicated her life to teaching children. This book began as a way to introduce the students in her class to important events in history. Children are our hope and our future. They need to grow up understanding and appreciating different races, religions, and cultures. History helps them learn about our past mistakes so they are not repeated in the future. This book is an attempt to teach those lessons and to stress the importance of an education. The illustrations for this book were created by Emily Derrick. Emily is a thirteen-year-old "graduate" of Mrs. Lovell's third grade class.

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      Mi Mariposa - Tammy Lovell

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      Mi Mariposa

      Copyright © 2020 by Tammy Lovell.

      All Rights Reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise—without prior written permission from the publisher, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

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      ISBNs:

      978-1-7357972-0-5 (softcover)

      978-1-7357972-1-2 (ePub)

      Printed in the United States of America

      "I long, as does every human being,

      to be at home wherever I find myself."

      —Maya Angelou

      The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

      —Maya Angelou

      It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.

      —Rumi

      "There’s no place like home.

      And I do miss my home."

      —Malala Yousafzai

      One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

      —Margaret Mead

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      About the Author

      Chapter 1

      There are 359 steps between my room and the common room. About 40 more to the door. I don’t have the nerve to sneak out yet, but I’m working on it.

      I used to be a regular kid until about two years ago. I had a beautiful mom, with jet black hair and a perfect smile. Her brown eyes twinkled like stars and danced when she was happy, which was pretty much all the time. She worked at Sunset Village, a home for old people, and everyone there loved her. She had a beautiful singing voice, and she would sing to the patients every day. They said she was like a burst of sunshine on a cloudy day. My mama never complained about going to work. She would always say, They need me, sugar, so I have to go! I had a dad, too. His hair was the color of wheat, and his skin was pale, but it would turn a beautiful copper color in the summer. My daddy could fix anything: cars, boats, bikes, wheelchairs. I never worried if anything broke because I knew he could fix it. But that was then, and this is now, and no one can fix anything.

      I live in a children’s home in South Georgia, about an hour south of Macon. I share a room with three other girls. None of them like me. Actually, nobody here likes me except Teddy. Nobody really likes Teddy, either, so I guess we make a good pair. They think he’s dumb, but he’s not. He just doesn’t want to talk to people. He’s lived in the children’s home for almost his whole life. He knows how to sneak out, how to get what he needs, and how to be invisible. He can’t really remember anything from before, and maybe that’s better, because every night I lie in bed, and I remember how it was before, and it makes me sad. I can’t cry, because the other girls make fun of me and call me a baby. Usually the girls just ignore me, but sometimes they can be nice. They comb my hair and try to teach me how to fix it. None of them are really my friends. Teddy is all I’ve got. We tell each other our secrets and our dreams. He makes my life bearable.

      I can hear my mama singing in the night. Sometimes I can still feel her brushing my hair. My mama always wore a beautiful butterfly clip in her hair. It was made out of ivory, and it’s the only thing I found after the fire. The day my Uncle Rob brought me back to see if there was anything left to save was the hardest

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