Backdated to the Saturday after the spire came down
I'm not sure.... I don't..
My Dad. My Uncle. My sister. And my little cousin... They're all gone.
I've been trying to process it all, and my brain refuses to let me. It's like... I don't even know.
This house is so quiet now.
Mitchell, my Dad, had been with me from the beginning. He wasn't my Dad until we came here though. Uncle George too. I remember my very first birthday party, Dad, and Mom got together on the train, with a few other people, and made sure that my first birthday was as amazing as it could have been.
They're people that, if you were able to pick your family, I would pick them over and over and over again.