2/16
a girl much like sara, age 5, long dark hair, enters my life. There are stairs, and she keeps wandering off to different places. She is hard to take care of. I come to the realization that I must adopt her and keep her as my own. I tell Jason with attitude ‘you’ll be taking care of this kid too”
a lot of the viewpoints here are from above, head downwards. There was fear here in the form of something I cannot remember as it is now 5:30 and I woke today at 10.
