March 4, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12
Dear Diary,
This may sound silly but I was under the impression that the next season (Spring) was going to be summer. For some strange reason the sunny beautiful afternoons just seemed like summer days to me.
In our family, there really [aren't] any rules.
There's no scheduled eating time, we rarely eat together, and other than dinner, it's mostly 'fend for yourself.'
However, we are a very close family without such formalities (which I think are un-needed) and I'm sure will remain that for evermore.
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Well, Anne, I thought about you today. Mom said you were having problems in school, relax my dear, you're all right now, aren't you?
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