Wednesday, March 5th

Miranda, my little sister, was not happy. She was being abused (although I'm not sure in what form) and as a result, had decided to restart her life. She hugged me and expressed how much she loved me before reverting back to her baby self. We were back to the days of diapers and learning to walk and learning to read. I missed talking with her, but I knew she wasn't gone and she'd be able to talk soon enough.