Rosie's Story. Episode Four

Rosie sat at her father's feet. He'd just gotten home from work and his usual large red mug of tea sat waiting on his side table. The small table held familiar items that her father seemed to treasure: a crossword puzzle book, a thesaurus, a collection of lotto cards, as well as an assortment of pens. "How was school, Rosie? Did you learn anything useful today?" Daddy's eyes twinkled as he took a sip of tea. Rosie smiled back. This was one of her favourite times of the day. "We learned about dinosaurs. That was fun."

"And useful too." Rosie's father tapped her on the head with his pen. "Dinosaurs help us understand evolution. And you never know when you might find one in a crossword puzzle. Can you spell diplodocus?"

"Dip-lo-do-cus."Rosie spelled the word out for him.

"My little bookworm."He ruffled her hair before returning to his puzzle.

Evolution. That seems to be one of Daddy's favourite things too. And my teacher's. Well, Daddy does know a lot and so does Mrs Bell.

Rosie got up and made her way slowly to her room. Minnie, who was her constant companion, trotted along beside her. Rosie thought some more about her father's words. She guessed that evolution must be true, but somehow, the story of creation in her Bible picture book still spoke to her heart and made her wish for something more.

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To be continued...

Episode Five

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Hope you have a very blessed day and week. See you on Wednesday. :)

Love and prayers.

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