Dear Daisy,
So Daffi messaged and actually got a response. I’ve got to admit, my pride is slightly hurt. ‘They’ are going to ‘hang out’ tomorrow. So I guess I’ve got to prepare for that conversation and my SAT on monday. Even though I got accepted on early admission I still want a good ATAR you know? Of course you wouldn’t, because you’re dead. I have to stop asking questions and think you’ll actually reply to them. It just makes me upset.
Only two more weeks of year twelve, I keep reminding myself that it’s going to happen to try and make the idea seem less scary. It doesn’t work though. Mom came over this morning and helped me calm down a bit. She also brought a bunch of food with her.
I think she assumed we don’t eat properly. I keep telling her we do but as per usual, she didn’t listen. It’s kind of good that she brought all the food though. Because Daffi lost his job recently. It’s put him in a funk but also means he hasn’t wanted to cook as often. Our arrangement was I do dishes and clean while he cooks since I basically suck at cooking. But I never want to force him to cook. So at least with the food mom brought over we can just freeze it. Plus, it lowers some of our expense.I’m still making enough to pay bills and stuff but it’s a bit hard working with one salary. We just don’t seem to have money to go out and buy extra groceries for cooking. I’ll try take on more jobs than usual, at least until Daffi can find another job. At this point we are so lucky the apartment was bought by Daffi’s uncle. We would have been in deep shit if not. Hopefully Daffi manages to get one of the jobs he applied for…
Life feels very busy at the moment. A few days ago I was writing to you and everything was fine, now it’s a bit hectic.
Love,
Kai
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