1. a person employed to write what another dictates or to copy what has been written by another; secretary.
Sarah lengthened her strides as she paced back and forth. Her hands were clasped behind her back as her mind whirled with ideas and activity, breaking down the problem and rebuilding the solution.
Things needed to be changed, but she seemed to be the only one who noticed and worse yet, the only one who wanted to speak up about it.
“We’re going to to have an honest conversation about what we consider acceptable around here,” Sarah said matter-of-factly. “Life was meant to be livedwith a smile on your face, not in grumpiness.”
Sarah abruptly stopped pacing.
“That was good; write that down,”she said to her reluctant amanuensis.
Christa scribbled quickly on her pink notepad.
“We must stand up for what’s right. Everyone should have the same opportunities. We shouldn’t have to go to bed earlier than Mom and Dad.”
Sarah pondered this in silence and then looked at her younger sister.
“What do you think our parents will say,” Sarah questioned aloud, talking more to herself than her sibling.
Christa looked up at her 10-year-old sister, feeling overwhelmed. Their parents were fairly strict about their bedtime and she doubted Sarah’s arguments would make a difference.
“I don’t think this will work,” Christa said quietly, as she glanced down at her slanted handwriting, backwards r’s, and doodles.
“We’ll see about that,” Sarah said. “Let’s go and find out.”
Christa trailed behind her sister shaking her head. This was about as bad as when Sarah proposed the family move to Antarctica and adopt displaced penguins. That idea was quickly rerouted for the better option of keeping their house and staying in Charlotte. Christa was secretly concerned of what might happen if her parents one day decided to say yes to one of Sarah’s ideas. The idea of that possibility made her even more grateful for her parents wise responses.
“Mom and Dad, we need to talk,” Sarah said, commanding attention in the middle of the kitchen.
Christa sat at the table and started to draw a night sky on her notepad. She would patiently wait until all the explanations were over before going back to the book she had put down in order to take notes for Sarah.
Midway through Sarah’s presentation Christa glanced up and saw her parents smiling knowingly and nodding. She smiled too, knowing the presentation would end with a gentle conversation, hugs, and the right decision. Christa went back to drawing, secretly hoping they would also get to sample the brownies their dad had baking in the oven before they ate dinner.