Grandma and Grandpa moved into our house, so things didn’t have to change for me—but who am I kidding? Everything has changed. I get home from school and hurry to the library, expecting to find Mom reading. I want to sit next to her and tell her about my day, but she’s not there.
I’m not sure I can survive this, but I know I have to.
To occupy myself, I’ve taken up baking with Grandma. It’s relaxing and she seems to enjoy teaching me as much as I like learning. Max volunteered to be our taster and he’s been quite happy sampling our pies and cakes.
I’m seeing Roberta twice a week, so at least I can tell her I completed my homework. She told me to write to my journal like it’s a friend, one with whom I can share anything without risk. I hope it helps.
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