Olivia jay

Thrid year

My 3 third year of living I went to preschool. My teacher name is Mrs. Merton. She was very tall, blonde hair, and very nice to all the kids.

My mother wrote in her dairy "that I was I great student, I'm so sad that I can't she her now that I'm working 3 jobs." I had daycare again when my mom work her second and third job. Yes my daycare was going good until my mom paid late, I was in daycare my mom told me you have to stay overnight and ill get you in the morning. I know now what her third job was.

I herd mom sent pictures idem on my first day of preschool to my dad. My mom wrote letters to him, and read to me. Here's one he wrote

"hey baby girl I know you probably don't know me but I know you, I know you very well. I'm sorry I left when you weren't born. But I love you and if I go near there I'll visit. From your dad."

I still have that letter. I still read it think what does my dad voice sound like. My mom said his voice was very pretty like mine but manlier. I can't seem his voice to be like that, my voice is so girly. So today in school we had school pictures, my mom curled my hair, and got me new clothes. I can't wait to see them.

I herd that my mom lost her second job, and I might not have to go to daycare. That would be so awesome because I would be able to see my mom more often. I love that because my mom doesn't see me at all. My life as a three year old girl.