January 6, 2001 Lark is 8 years old and this is my last entry in the new journal she received at Christmas.
Dear Lark,
You just told me that you want to write in this journal. You told me this is YOUR journal. You told me your writing is getting better.
I understand from what you said that you prefer I don't write in here to you.
So I won't anymore. Love, Mom
Lark filled the next four pages with entries. She wrote in green and purple and blue and red ink. Every sentence had a new color. The next-to-last entry in the journal was made by her twelve-year-old sister, Trina. Trina wrote...
Hey! Why did you tell mom not to write in here? Oh well. I'll say what you told me I could say: everyone pay attention. It's Saturday the 9th of February 2002, so that means it's 2-9-2002. Okay. You have it back now, Trina.
On October 7, 2002 Lark (age 9 now) made her last entry.
I had a asemebele.
Perhaps someday she'll pick this journal up again and make entries in it for a child of her own.
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