Friday again. How are you? Mom and Aaron are going to an event where they bicycle around town in bikes dressed to look deliberately silly. Mom’s attaching an umbrella and some paper mache elephants on the sides.
Every time I start to write, I think to myself, “Wait, what have I done this week?” and I go to my photos to check. There isn’t much there right now. Pearl brought in a mouse today. I had another dream about you. I went to Eugene and saw you and Mom (Mel) in a grocery store (one that doesn’t exist there). You had a new sister who said I wasn’t her sister but Soren’s, which I didn’t mind (since people have shoved the sister label onto me with several others who definitely aren’t my siblings). I cried and hugged Mom, and she hugged me back and said it was okay, but I knew she was only doing it because we were in public. I don’t remember much else. I’m tired of phantoms. They make me sadder in the morning when they’re not real, but I keep wanting them anyway.
I haven’t much to say, so I won’t say much. I hope the summer heat isn’t bothering you too much back home. I heard Miami is on fire. I hope our family is okay. I don’t think they’re in Miami, but my memory is too poor. I hope the smoke isn’t where they are. Come to me someday, please.
With love,
Alice