Hi! It’s me again! I’ve been real busy ‘cause of school and playin’ with Bruce and talkin’ to Dr. Becker and doin’ all kindsa fun stuff with everybody, and it was hard to find time to start writin’ again. But now I’m back!
Las’ time I wrote I talked about Mama and Papa comin’ back and takin’ me home. But now I dunno what’s gonna happen. Tante Joce and Alex and Charlie and Tony all came to live here at Oma and Opa’s house. It’s kinda weird. But everybody said that have to come, since Tante Joce is gonna take care of me now. They say Mama and Papa wanted her to, since I guess they can’t do it anymore.
But I really just want them to come back. I miss Mama’s hugs and kisses and Papa’s songs he used to sing at bedtime. Sometimes I like to preten’ I can still hear him singin’ at nighttime. It’s kinda nice, I guess. But it’s not the same.
And I don’t like seeing everybody so sad all the time. Grownups aren’t ‘posed to cry. But for a while, it was like everybody was. All the time!
Now they just cry sometimes. But I want ‘em to just stop and not cry EVER again! Dr. Becker keeps tellin’ me it’s okay for the grownups to still cry sometimes. He says they miss Mama and Papa too.
But Bruce knows I’m right. He says grownups are ‘posed to be brave an’ strong, like he is.
And I wanna be brave n’ strong too. ‘Specially when I’m playin’ with the triplets. They all talk funny. And they think I talk funny. I don’t want ‘em thinkin’ I’m a crybaby too!
At least they’re kinda nice though. Tante Joce is too… But she keeps tryin’ way too hard to be my Mama. And she’s NOT. She’s Charlie and Alex and Tony’s Mama. But she’s my Tante. And not even a Tante who knows me. Tante Joce keeps tryin’ to know me, but she doesn’t. Not like Tante Clara. And definitely not like Mama and Papa.
Anyway, Christmas is comin’ real soon, so I wrote a letter to Santa today. Well… I tried to write. It was really just scribbles, like this. But I know he can read it ‘cause he’s magic!
Tante Joce an’ Oma an’ Opa tol’ me and the triplets to write down our special Christmas wish. They said if we’re real good and wish real hard, we’ll get the super-special thing we want.
Betcha you can guess what my wish was.
I really hope it comes true.