Luckily enough, my birthday happened to land on a Friday, the day I write to you. How have you been? I think of you every January 11th.
I haven’t opened presents yet, but the cake is finished. It’s very chemical-like, and the dough was bad to taste, but the finished product is pretty good. I haven’t opened any presents yet, so I’ll tell you about them next time. What do you get on your birthdays? It’s kind of funny imagining the kind of gifts mom would give. Kale subscription. Small plant with a bow. Cooking utensils. Lol.
I’m only joking — I hope your birthdays are nice. I know they really can’t be anymore, but one must try to cultivate the best they can out of a dreadful situation.
Summer has been very uneventful so far. I got a job at a summer camp, the training for which starts next Wednesday. Have you ever had a job? I used to do babysitting in Seattle. It was pretty nice. I wonder what career you are considering, if you’ve been considering one at all. Please tell me sometime.
I miss you everyday. I hope to see you again someday, but that hope falls dimmer as each day passes. I love you, and I will love you even if I never see you again.
With love,
Alice