Same feeling. Different people. I can’t wait to buy all the books I have saved in my phone. I love books. I have my literacy exam on Tuesday. I’m kind of nervous and excited. That’s the last standardized test I’ll take in school. Pretty soon I’ll have my practice ACT and SAT. I’ve been applying for little scholarships and I know what I want to train for before leaving town. I’m ready. I have so much to look forward to. I wish I had a lap top. This isn’t really writing. Oops.
My Memaw works very, very hard to make hundreds of quilts. Special quilts that take hours upon hours upon hours to simply lay out before she even attempts to begin putting the pieces together. My Memaw is small. She has teeny tiny fingers and eyes that don’t work as well as they used to, but that’s okay. I like it when she forgets needles in a quilt and I like feeling them poke me when I’m trying to get comfortable in bed. I like the random patterns and I like knowing she made a handful of quilts just for me.
Do not yell at me for not giving you my quilts to soak up a flood in the hallway. Memaw quilts are not meant to be on the floor. They aren’t made for soaking up disgusting water. You will ruin them. Do not yell at my mom for being upset over the quilts you did use for clean up. You shouldn’t have touched them. I really hate you.
I’m watching my Mya sleep and it is the most adorable thing I’ve seen in a while. I wish she was here. I can’t wait to see her again.