July 25, 2031
July 25, 2031
Hello Dairy
It is three months since I have written upon your pages. There have been some changes around me and also sad news to report. Dairy, please don't be sad. I want to let you know my mother has been found. She not dead. Her mental state is no longer there. What I mean is they found my mother in the middle of the woods in a different state. She couldn't remember her name.
Dad had to fly out and get her. The only way they knew who she was with her id in her back pocket. Dad is heart broken his beautiful wife has deteriorated before him. After this whole ordeal, my father has aged over fifty years. I'm worried dairy about the what if. Since I can. Back home, no good happens. Alone pain and sadness seem to be sick, its teeth within my family. Don't get me started on my brothers. They refuse to come back home to help our parents. I'm here all alone.
Do my brothers think I am a curse... I mean, they show up once mom went missing, but once she was found age. They only stay for three days max and left. It felt like they were afraid. I don't understand. Is there something I don't know?
Currently, I don't work anymore. I rarely step a foot outside the house. The neighbor stops talking. Which is good, right?
Dairy. I don't know what to do. Only take care of my parents. Trying to help my mom remember who is. Help my dad to ease his pain. Feel like all of this drain, every fiber of my being away. Not sure what to do.
I haven't heard from Felix. Feel like he disappears completely. I no longer have my dreams. Since my brothers gave me those drugs. Each morning when I wake up, I feel empty. Yes, Dairy. I haven't seen death. The grim reaper since I was put on those pills. Honestly, I don't know why am sad.
Feel likes nothing going right. Honestly, I hate it.
Sorry dairy, all I have been writing within your pages is pain is nothing but heartaches.
Nothing going right. I'm not sure what to do.
I can laugh at myself. Grown woman seeking help from her dairy.
My Beloved Dairy, I must go again.
I will write again when my life is no longer crazy. I hope soon rather than late.
Yours Truly
Angelia.