Dear Raya,
Dad's driving Carol to the airport today. She has some meeting in Florida, but I forgot what for. It's basically going to be me, Jamie, and Dad for a week. Carol noticed that I had a B in my English class and wants me to work a little harder on it. I'm also in an AP class that I know almost nothing about the subject. My grade's at a 90 in that class, so... I'm floating.
I keep telling myself, one day at a time. One week at a time. One month at a time. Pretty soon I'll be learning to drive. Like, drive drive. One year at a time. To college or not to college? Because time keeps moving forward. One life at a time. Just keep floating.
Love, Melody
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Love, Melody
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