Dear Diary,

          So there I was thinking life couldn’t get any worse but boy was I wrong. My grandma thinks that I need to see a physiologist. I am not crazy my mom died… and I happen to think I am dealing with it perfectly fine seeing as how I got you and I have my dad who will be here in  a few days. So I don’t need someone to call me crazy. I am fine perfectly fine. Well I have to go I hear my grandma knocking on the door. Oh did I mention she has no computer. None, nada I have to sit around being bored and her response to all this.. that is what books are for. Bye

 Later: Well I am back she just wanted to know if I wanted something to eat I said no but then she went on and on about how I shouldn’t starve myself. Which I was not doing I just wasn’t hungry. Well anyways I saw the newspaper from the other day and my mom was on the front table so of course I started bawling not just crying I mean the whole water works. The only person around was my grandma’s yard work boy. He came over to check on me which was really nice but I just walked away. Yeah she has her own little maids. He is about 17 years old and does all the yard work. Alda does all the house work, that’s his mom she is super sweet. I don’t know his name because well I never asked which is kinda rude.  Back to the newspaper, it had a picture of the wreck which wasn’t a pretty site and a picture of my mom which I am guessing my grandma gave the press. I took the paper and now it is stuffed in my drawers. Well I have to go now.

                                                         Wondering Why,     Caitlin