okay, this is completely and totally a rough draft for the beginning of the preface of my book. read it. tell me what you think and what can be done to improve it. by the way, his name is "vincent". violet just cant correctly pronounce the name yet. and remember, this is a rough draft, it isnt perfect. im just posting on here for suggestions for improvement. thanks.

“Violet, get down from there!” Sofia called, with an edge of panic in her voice. Sofia swiftly took Violet in her arms and held her tightly against her chest. The determined child, who had been standing on top of a bar stool in the middle of the kitchen, was trying to climb onto the kitchen counter, struggled against her mother’s grasp. “What were you doing up there? You could have fallen and hurt yourself!” Violet squirmed in her mother’s arms and then threw her tiny hands up in exasperation.
“I was trying to put this on the Bince’s cake!” she exclaimed, as if her intentions should have been obvious. In each hand she had some birthday candles. Sofia laughed and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“Honey, I told you to wait for me before you put the candles on, didn’t I?”
“I wanna do it! I’m big enough, Mommy. I’m six now! Come on! I’m big enough. I’m not five anymore!” Violet whined as she pouted in the direction of her older brother’s birthday cake. Sofia carried her into the living room. She sat in the recliner and set Violet on her lap angling her daughter’s face toward her own. Of course Violet was big enough. Her mother was overprotective at times, and it annoyed Violet. She just didn’t want anything bad to happen to her daughter. She had always done everything in her power to keep her children safe and she always would.
“You want to grow up so badly, don’t you?” she sighed as she combed her fingers through Violet’s curls.
“Yeah! I wanna be bigger! Like Bince! He’s big, so he gets to do everything!” She crossed her arms. It just didn’t seem fair to Violet that her brother got to be big and she didn’t.
“You will be big soon enough. Too soon, actually.” she stroked her cheek admiring the beauty of her precious child.
“But I want to be big now. . .” She
“I know you do But can you please tell me what’s so bad about being six?”
“Being short!” Sofia laughed at the scowl on Violet’s face.
“Well, that may be something you’ll have to get used to.” She said thinking of her own height. Five feet tall. And considering how much Violet’s features resembled her mother’s, it would not be surprising if they ended up being around the same height. Her ebony hair had the same spiraling, wavy curls. Her skin had the same pale cream complexion. They both shared the same startling shade of sapphire blue eyes. They even had the same dimples.
“Can I put the candles on now?”
“I guess,” Sofia said with a sigh, suddenly distracted from her reverie.
okay, i just noticed the run on sentence in the second sentence, just ignore that. i’ll fix it.
**third sentence
oh, and im only 17




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