Dear Journal,
Mom and Dad went for a counseling session with Dr. Connelly today. I wonder how THAT went? They've barely spoken to each other this year; I can't imagine what it must have been like being closed up in the same room for an hour. I still wish they'd consider therapy for the whole family, them, me, Danny and even Jen. I think we're all a little bit screwed up. We certainly aren't the All-American family everyone thinks we are. Jen's off on her own now, I'm paralyzed, Danny dropped out of school, Dad had an affair and Mom is obsessed with my being dependent on her. Boy does that sound pathetic.
I know that deep down we all love each other, but we sure have a funny way of showing it. I know I said I hated Jen but I really don't. I think I resented her when I was in high school, but I'm over that now. Maybe a little of her did rub off on me, but I clearly did not rub off on Danny. I wonder how my folks feel about him? And I think there's more to his dropping out than he's letting on. He disappears sometimes and I have no idea where he goes. I wonder what would happen if we were all in the same room together?
I hear Mom coming home now. I wonder if she'll say anything? She'll probably not want to talk about it but I'll be able to tell from the look on her face how it went.
Theresa
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General FictionDanny Foster is a typical teenager on the surface. The third child after two high achieving sisters, he just blends into the household, barely noticed. When his sister, Theresa, is paralyzed in a car crash on her way home for Thanksgiving break her...
