Meet Elisha

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The story of a young girl who is ‘different.’

My name is Elisha. I know, I know. Please don’t yell like my parents do. It’s a boy’s name and I shouldn’t have it. My parents hate it. But it was given to me by a special friend I’ll tell you about later. It’s hard to talk about him and I’m having a difficult time with my parents and the villagers because of him. By the way, I live in Ancient Israel in a village with no name near Shechem in the Land of Caanan.

I’ve got to go. I’ll tell you more next time but my mother, my Ima is yelling for me to sweep the floor.

Bye for now. We’ll talk more when my parents are busy working.

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