I’m my mother’s Pearl

Hello world, my name is Pearl Prynne. I was live with my mother in Boston. My mother named me Pearl because I am my “mother’s on treasure!” (72). When my mother and I go out to town people stare at us. They especially stare at my mom’s breast. I get a bit annoyed because I’m not sure if they are checking her out or looking at the scarlet letter “A”. I am very fascinated by that “A”. What exactly does it mean. I don’t think the people in town like my mother and I. I’m not sure why but I think it has something to do with my mother’s past. The other kids don’t talk to me and I feel kind of left out. I see them “scaring one another with freaks of imitative witchcraft” (76) However, it okay because I have the spirits to keep me company. The spirits come to life in the form of sticks, rags, and even flowers. I was looking on the world wide web and I found a cool website, http://www.stevehuffphoto.com/the-paranormal-how-to-talk-to-the-dead-my-experience-and-evidence-with-evp-spirit-boxes-ghost-boxes-and-spirit-communication/, that talks about how I talk to spirits and how I could better communicate with them.
Sometimes my mom looks at me weirdly and I think she think I have some evil in me. Maybe she thinks this because I said I had no heavenly father. She also won’t tell me who my father is. She also won’t tell anyone else so it’s okay. It does upset me but it’s not that important to me. Anyways I love my mom even if I think she think I am evil. She is the only real person I have in my life and I hope not to lose her. I would stay and write more but the flowers in the backyard are calling me to go and play.
Yours Truly,
Pearl.