October?

October 15th will mark a year since the last time I hugged my nephew and niece. My mom told me yesterday that she spoke on the phone with my nephew and he asked if she was at her house with "una amiga." She told him she lived with tia Berthis. "Tia Berthis? Ahhh... Where is tia Berthis?"

He didn't remember me.

He didn't remember me.

And if he didn't, how could I expect my niece to?


I called my daddy today. It was good to hear his voice. He was in Monzón and noted how it was Barbie's birthday the day he called. He remembered a little later. I love him. I wish my sister would talk to him too, I bet it hurts him.