Day 157

I’m having a Carmen San Diego summer. There is a measure of comfort in being away from the memories and the condolences.

I’m currently visiting my mom and stepdad in Indiana. My mom is going to help me sew some complicated memorial keepsakes with Constance's clothes.

Upon arriving, I had three stories I was bursting to tell them. Each tale concluded with me swearing them to secrecy like we’re children at summer camp. Pinky swears are binding despite the pleading from my mom, “but your brothers would love that story.” I hope to earn a merit badge tomorrow.

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