My father1gifted me this journal on my thirteenth birthday and I shamefully report that I wrote not one word in this book until now, two days after he was buried in the ground, and I, myself some months into my eighteenth year. I put him in the ground next to Mother2 had their headstone changed and put a bouquet of Mother’s favorite purpled flower rock cress3 just so on the headstones.
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