The Unbecoming of Catrina Grace Baker

Entry 2

Entry 2

Dear Bob,

Today's Saturday and I'm walking around the town with the little ones. My brother's name is Ryan and my sister's name is Rosy. I love them so much. They're fraternal twins and they turn 7 in a week. Pretty exciting, huh?

I took them out to eat ice cream and now we're at the park. It's such a lovely day. It's cloudy, but not too cloudy and it's perfectly warm. The sun felt good on my skin and the sticky heat made me want more ice cream. Bob, do you want to know what happened when we went to the ice cream parlour? It's a funny story, actually.

So, Rosy is obsessed with unicorns right now. I mean, what 6 year old wouldn't be? She was telling us a story our dad told her one night and you should've seen the way her eyes lit up with the magic of it all. "I wish unicorns were real. I bet they have all sorts of magical powers," she said. It kind of broke my heart. She didn't believe it was real. Ryan looked at me sad, like he understood, but he really didn't. Then, I guess he had the bright idea of being a unicorn for her. "Hey, Rosy! Look over there!" he exclaimed as he pointed to nothing behind her. She looked and right before her head snapped back to say that there wasn't anything, Ryan took his ice cream cone and then put it on top of his head. The vanilla ice cream was smushed all over his hair and forehead, but he didn't seem to care. It was so cute.

Now, we're at the park and they're on the swings. I think they're in a competition of who can get the highest. I used to do that when I was younger with my best friend. His name was Jace.  Jace Fuentes. He moved away when we were 9. Another funny story, I was actually in love with him. I cried for days after he left. He was my best friend. Cliché, right? Well, you better bet your damn hat that it is.

We were inseparable. We did everything together, that boy and I. We knew each other like the back of our hands, but never mind it all. It was such a long time ago. I'm almost 16 now, so, it's been 6 years, almost 7. I bet he's unrecognizable now. I hope time did him good. He was so beautiful. I know boys aren't supposed to be beautiful, but he was. He had this brown hair that was so soft. Oh, and those eyes! Oh gosh those eyes. They were a mixture of blue and green and light brown. His smile, too! Goodness gracious! It could light up this whole town if he'd wanted to.

I actually hope that I'll reunite with him one day, you know? It might be a little silly, but a girl can dream. Don't sit there and say, "Oh, you were nothing but a 9 year old. You're being stupid." A 9 year old is anything but stupid. Silly and naive, maybe, but not stupid.

I'm going to bring these guys back home for lunch and a nap. They're getting cranky, so I'd better get going. Dad should be coming home around this time soon, so I'm going to walk some more and explore this place when I put them down. Talk to you later, Bob.

Love,

Catrina Grace Baker