Ashleigh

We got to go the hospital. A nice lady wearing white stuff gave us lollipops, and we got to play teaparties. There was another girl there, and she was five. I wanna be five. But I'm turning four in, um, I think mommy сказал(-а) a month? I dunno. But Ты have to be four before Ты can be five, I think. Why can't I just skip it?

Anyways, now there is a big girl living in the guest room. She says her name is Kayla. She has shiny goldish hair. Like Jamie's mom, but with brownish stripes in it. It's long. Like if she sits down, she almost sits on it. My hair is only halfway as long.

My mommy gets to stay at home, which means I don't have to go to daycare.

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I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room, watching Phineas and Ferb and drawing my family. She is also sitting on the floor, but leaning against the Стена facing the window. She is hugging her knees and staring out at the sky или smething, I can't tell, and she isn't talking. Mommy is making cookies, and normally, I help, but I wanted to watch TV and draw with my new crayons, so I am.

"You have pretty hair," I tell Kayla. She looks up at me, like she had no idea I was even in here. Maybe she didn't. Like she was daydreaming. I daydream sometimes. But I don't know why it's called that, since Ты have to be asleep to dream. And Ты get to choose what Ты dream about. I think Мечты is better than sleep dreaming because there's no such thing as день nightmares. So it's safer.

She looked scared yesterday, like she had a bad daydream. If it's possible.

Then she smiled at me and told me that I look just like my mommy, which is good, because my mommy is pretty.

I want her to be in my family, because family is people Ты care about, right? So I drew me and mommy and Kayla and Jamie and Jamie's mom.

'Cause I care about them.