24 December 1921
Mum –
I found this in your room with my name on it. I can only guess you were going to give it to me at some point, but you died before you could. With everything going on right now, I thought it best to finally open it. And since it’ll always make me think of you, I guess I’m going to just write to you forever now.
Dad and Professor Laurence are having a baby. And getting married. And we are moving. And Benji is my brother now. Which is fine, whatever. I don’t like him like that anymore anyways.
But it makes me not want to be here. I miss our flat. I miss you. I know I was mean at the end, but I was so mad. I couldn’t believe you kept him from me all of this time. And he was only mine for a little bit before Evander was here. And now all of Benji’s family and this new baby.
It’s not fair.
Even worse? I don’t know how to act around them now. Dad asked if we had any questions, and I left to serve ice cream.
I don’t know. Maybe it’ll be okay. But for now? I feel numb again. Hollow maybe.
More later.
– M
