We moved today.
Mom was quiet, but she helped move boxes, and unload things.
Aunt Clarisse packed all of your things up. They're still in boxes too, and I don't think they're going to be unpacked any time soon.
I helped Tracie with her room first, and then I started mine. I don't have much done yet, and I know you'd be telling me to get a move on already, but I started to miss you. And since I can't really talk to you right now, I thought I would write to you.
I still miss you, Dad.
I hope you can find us, even if we moved.
