I don’t quite know what to write today. I’ve been stricken unexpectedly by sadness again, and I don’t think more Otter Pops will pull me out of it. Has school ended yet? I suppose I’ll have to stop asking that by July, unless public school has really gotten out of hand.
I remember one time, I don’t know precisely when, when Mom (Mel) told me never to grow older than I was right now. I think I told her I couldn’t help it. Why, then, should she decide to be responsible for ending all of my child-ness so abruptly? I’m dreary with wondering. I doubt I will ever have an answer. I feel like I went from Hermione Granger to Edgar Allan Poe in under a year. Alas…..
It’s raining today. I enjoy both rain and sun in equal, different measures. The rain reminds me of home. Contradictor-ily, while I want to return home more than anything, it must be your life’s mission to leave it. If only to prove me wrong in knowing how horrid they have treated you there.
With love,
Alice