Julia. Twenty. I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and dreamer of improbable dreams. I love her.
Dear Santa, Thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It’s Easter now, so I hope I didn’t wake you. But honest, it is an emergency. There’s a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it’s just an ordinary crack but I know it’s not. Because at night there’s voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it.