Marsha

Sarah and Marsha - I love you both more than you can imagine.

Today my friend Marsha is at her friend’s house.

Marsha, I am in the kitchen!

Marsha, let’s go upstairs!

Marsha, I am in the bathroom!

"I hate my name, too," offered four-year-old Marsha, who until that moment had never thought about her name. "No, you don't." Mom. "It's a lovely name." "Is not." But in fact, like most people, she had no particular feelings about her name - her first name, anyhow - but simply accepted it as hers.