Here’s our first story. Thanks, Kasia, for starting off the storytelling! This is a pretty cool story from an eleven year-old who seems to like her family traditions.
My mom named me. (My name) came from a Bible that my mom read. My great, great, great grandpa has passed (it) on to her and (she) is now passing the Bible to me. The name Kasia was one of Jesus’s brother’s daughter’s name. I feel proud that my name came from the Bible because not many people have that name and so many people don’t even think my name even exists. Maybe I can be different once in a while because different for me is a whole different meaning.