Hi. It’s me again.
I’m real sorry it’s been so long since I wrote anything. I’ve been real sad. Too sad to write.
It all started at Christmastime. I got real mad when my wish didn’t come true. But I think I shoulda known it wouldn’t. Bruce tol’ me it wasn’t a good idea to make that wish. But I didn’t listen.
I wish I did.
That was forever ago though. Things are a little bit better now. Well, some things. Other things just stayed the same. And there are some things that are even worse than they used to be. I don’t wanna talk about those things right now though.
I guess I’ll talk ’bout the good stuff first.
The triplets are really fun. An’ they’re gettin’ a little used to talkin’ normal instead of talking’ funny. They still talk English sometimes, but they’re startin’ to learn German. Their Mama’s been teachin’ ’em, and they’re learnin’ at school too.
We play Void Critters together a lot. It’s awesome! Grandpa even likes to play too sometimes. We have a lotta fun together. And when Remi and River come to play and we’re ALL together, it’s the best ever. We’re like a special club. The Void Critter Club. The bestest club in the world.
And now that Onkel Auggy’s stayin’ here, he’s in the club too.
He’s only been here a couple days. I’m not ‘zactly sure why though. All I know is that he n’ Onkel Noah had a fight or somethin’, so now he’s stayin’ at Oma and Opa’s house until they’re friends again.
I ‘member when Mama and Papa had fights sometimes. Mama’d get real mad and Papa would sleep on the couch and then the nex’ day he’d buy Mama flowers and play her a special song on his guitar to say sorry. Then he wouldn’t sleep on the couch again.
Maybe Onkel Auggy needs to get Onkel Noah some flowers. Or play him a song.
But until he does, I’m having lotsa fun playin’ with him.
And guess what?! In a few months, I’ll have someone new to play with too!
That’s the other good thing. Tante Clara’s gonna have a BABY! I hope it’s a boy so it can be like I have a little brother. I’ve always wanted a little brother.
A little sister would be okay too though. Long as I’m not the youngest anymore.
I guess I can’t have my own little brother or sister anyway. Not a real one. So Tante Clara’s baby will be the closest thing. I can’t wait to meet them!
That’s all the ‘citing stuff. Then there’s some stuff that’s just kinda okay, I guess.
Like Dr. Becker. He’s still nice t’me and talks to me an’ stuff. He says I’m doin’ real good. We used to talk together every single week. But now it’s only a couple times a month. He tol’ me that’s a good thing. He says I don’t need him as much anymore. He says I’m strong ‘n brave. Bruce liked that.
He says it’s real good that I’m “justing” to Tante Joce takin’ care of me. I don’t really know what “justing” is. But Tante Joce is another thing that’s kinda okay.
She’s real nice. She gives good hugs too. And she even ‘members to spray the monster under my bed every night.
But Mamas are ‘posed to give hugs. Mamas are ‘posed to spray the monster. And she’s not my Mama. I don’t want her to be. And I don’t really think she’s TRYIN’ to be my Mama either. It’s like an accident.
But I still don’t like like it.
And there’s other stuff I don’t like too.
Like when Opa drinks his special juice and it makes him sad and sleepy. He doesn’t smile when he drinks the special juice. And I love Opa’s smiles. I love it when he picks me up and carries me all around on his shoulders too.
But he can’t do it when he drinks the juice.
But I’m not mad at Opa. I know why he keeps drinkin’ it.
It’s ’cause he’s sad. He’s sad for ‘zactly the same reason I am.
‘Cause Mama and Papa went away.
And they’re never comin’ back.