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 Duy might be embarassed by these, but oh well. I love my brother now that we’ve grown out of quarreling. He was an adorable baby, with huge black eyes and lonnng eyelashes. I used to make him cry and steal his special pillow because I whenever we fought, I was blamed. Now I try to get my parents to ease off on him about homework and stuff — they’re crazy people who worry too much. He’s a good kid, and he’s clever — he’ll turn out well.  |
 | Downtown on Clematis Street (I think) are decorative fountains, where the class went for a field trip. This picture makes me miss sunny south FL. |
 Remember those days when we put bunny ears on each other for pictures? |  There were consequences. |
Now we’re both obnoxious. |  |
 | I was a defensive person from very young, about 4 months. |
 | I’ve also communed with the faeriefolk from very young. No one can find me under my mushroom! |
I think this boy’s name is John. He was my neighbor. I played with the neighborhood kids even though I didn’t really speak English. One day, John and I saw a cat, and John said, “Look, a cat.” I understood him enough to argue (in my own language), “No, it’s a cat.” We disputed the matter until I lost my temper: I smacked him and definitively declared, “I SAID it’s a CAT!” |  |
