Flash and Blank

Diary | Age 12 | Tacoma

Another boring Friday. School as usual. Tammie asked me why Tricia hated her.

Sometimes Tricia can really be a pain (I still wish I felt different about her).

At home, for the first time I baby-sitted Taylor (Jerry & Tina's baby; those two are such a cute couple) for 4 hours. Earning $4.50. Hopefully I empressed [sic] them & they'll want me to watch Taylor again. He's really sweet.

And now I just finished watching a movie. Within a 50's pointed ramshackel [sic] cafe true and pure magic acures [sic].

All I remember from my first babysitting job (today) will forever be: posed on an old arm chair with an uncomfortable looking baby with a pudgy double chin & dimples on his hands, lost in his sweet baby dreams.

While I hear the familiar soft music of a choir & organ in the backround [sic] play his part in a monotonous melody that had ingulfed [sic] me. I see with my eyes and mind the glair [sic] of the sauserlike [sic] light hanging menacingly, glairing [sic], the way it all seems when waking in the early night after napping.

All that moves is flash and blank of a mantle-piese [sic] clock. With its everchanging pedestal and glass covering. All I feel it the inocent twich [sic sic] of a dreaming baby, then my tender finger drawing forever eight on his soft and precious paw. Or am I drawing an infinity? [infinity symbol]

? What does a baby think ?
&
? Is this what child raising is all about ?

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