Books, beaches, and blessings

Susan Mack

Digging deep down in the sand to catch a handful of squirming sand crabs, Ginger remembered that she hadn't yet finished her hour's worth of daily reading. She sat down in the sand and released the crabs, watching them scramble for water or dive back into the sand. Ginger could see her sister reading peacefully on her beach towel next to the chair where Mom was sitting and reading. It seemed as if everybody in Ginger's family loved to read and could do it by the hour. But when Ginger tried to read, her head would always begin to hurt. She dreaded the daily reading assignment her class had been given for summer vacation.

"Ginger, time to do some reading," Mom called to her.

Ginger slowly dragged her feet through the sand as she went toward Mom. Mom noticed that Ginger's eyes were full of tears as she approached. "What's the problem, dear?" Mom asked.

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