Previous entries in the Diary have been worn away with time; and injury to the Diary itself; it seems before the current entry; the last one was some years past. Perhaps written; if faded outline dictates anything; by a small child.
August 24th
Ma got sick today. I figured I'd open my journey for the first time in years and simply write as I was thinking. First Pa last month and now Ma this; maybe his passing was what done it, made her sick I mean? Poor Ma.
I'll head to the grocers tomorrow and get some Blueberries and make her a nice Tea and maybe some Peaches too. That should be nice.
I'll have to get some flowers for Pa's headstone too, Ma can't replace them and I don't want her worrying about it. Anyway, it's time for sleep; got me a busy day tomorrow.
I miss you Pa.
