The strangest thing happened the other night.  Me and mother were walking home late at night, and we passed by that scaffold in the middle of the market place.  And standing there alone was that Minister that Mother hasn’t dared to speak to in years.  He was just standing there all alone so we decided to walk up and join him.  A few minutes passed and almost as bright as the sun, an enormous “A” shone in the sky.  The moment that happened I just knew He belonged with me and mother.  I asked him “Wilt thou stand here with mother and me, to-morrow noontide?” and he had the nerve to say “Nay; not so, my little Pearl.” (Hawthorne, 122) I will not speak to him until he can walk into town with mother and me so that everyone can see.   A few days later mother decided to talk to that hideous, evil, old man; so I decided to go play by the water with my friends.  I decided to make a dress out of things I found by the water; I even made an “A” out of seaweed so I could be just like mother.  I do not think she liked it though.  I asked her what it meant but she still refuses to tell me.  Maybe when I get older she will tell me what it means and why she has worn it since before I can even remember.  I saw this really cool thing online about a concept people in India follow. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karma It is called karma.  It means that if you do good things to others and you are not bad to one another, then good things will happen to you once you die.  It would be great if our people could think about karma every once and a while; maybe people would not be so mean to each other.