Carla lived with her mother in South Africa. Her father had left them earlier that year. Carla was glad that there was no more fighting at home but she missed her dad.
"Why did he go? Carla asked her mother one day.
"He didn't try. He couldn't look after us or keep a job," she said.
Carla felt bad when she heard that. School had been more difficult since her Dad had left and her test marks were not good.
"You're not trying hard enough, Carla," her mother said when her report came.
But Carla was trying. It was just so hard to concentrate when she felt sad.
Then one day Carla phoned her grandfather in Cape Town and told him how she felt. "Keep trying, my girl. It's a funny thing, but if you find something that you love doing, then everything else gets a bit easier. What about some baking? You made the ost delicious biscuits when I stayed with you in the holidays. I'll send yo some money and my secret recipe and I'll help you plan how to get started. Remember, I was a baker long ago."
So that is what happened. Carla used the money from her grandfather to buy ingredients. After school and on weekends after doing her homework, she started baking.
She sold her biscuits to the neighbours and soon she had regular orders. Everyone wanted her biscuits! For the first time in weeks she felt happy. School wasn't so bad anymore, and at the end of the term her marks had improved.
"I was wrong," her mother said as she hugged him. "I'm so proud of you."
Carla smiled. It was just like her grandfather had said it would be. Things were better because she had found what she loved doing.
- Who was Carla?
- What was her problem?
- Who helped her work through it?
- What advice was she given?
- Do you think it was good advice? Give a reason.
- Why did her mother say "I was wrong" ?
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