Mom tried to talk to me today. She wanted to know why I keep
running away. I can’t tell her because then she won’t care anymore. She cares
now. I wish daddy tried to talk to me too, but he’s always away. After being an
admiral in the Dinghy, mom and I went to pick up dad, but first we picked up
some pickles. I especially love pickles. I had missed him so much. I don’t
understand why Sandra called daddy a kite. Why would she call him big and
sloppy? When she said that it made me really upset. I could tell she didn’t
know I was there. I am quiet on my feet.
When I tried asking mom she didn’t give me an answer. I guess it doesn’t matter
anyways if mom didn’t make a big deal out of it.
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