Dearest Mommy,

Mommy?

It's Talia. Again. I kind of miss you some more.

Daddy made me eat store bought pizza and I felt sick.

I can't make sheep noises at anyone because they won't make funny faces at me.

No one will do their jobs around the house.

I had to walk home in the dark.

I stole your white shirt without permission.

I have to write a talk for Sunday.

No one plays the piano when I go to sleep.

No one finds joy in carrying around trendy purses.

The house is a mess.

Kaili is a sickie.

I can't tell you stupid things throughout the day

because your phone goes to voice mail and you don't call back.

No one tells me

"You, too, can do hard things."

No one gets mad at the mouse anymore.

I have to prepare for a job interview.

I can't make anything but toast and pie.

I almost had to eat store bought bread.

No one tells me to 'kick' hienies' when I go to a sport game.

No one tells me that I did good on my make up.

You're make up stash is empty

because you took it all with you to California.

The cat sleeps on your side of the bed where the pillow is supposed

to be.

I can't tell you about the mean girls at school

and the mean things they do to me.

No one pets the cat and calls it stupid at the same time.

We're not doing scripture study.

We're not doing family prayer.

And I miss you.

Way

too

much.

Please come home?

Love, Talia