My name is Luisa Palmeira, I'm ten years old. Everyone in my family is Portuguese, but I'm French. I'm not like them, I don't make mistakes when I speak French. My mom is prettier than Marilyn Monroe, except when she wears her glasses. My dad has a red motorcycle, and he lets me win when we arm wrestle. The other day, he told me he was going to die. But I don't believe it.