Hello, all.
Juliana told me that I should start a blog, as she says it helps her feel at peace, writing everything down. When I told her I didn't feel I could update it that much, or that I had anything to say, she said I could just use hers, as no one reads it.
So, here we are. I'm sharing a blog with my partner's sister. I'm happy that she mentions Primrose on her posts, and yes, she taught me the lullaby. Somehow, it works, when nothing else does.
As for my little daughter, she doesn't yet have many friends other than her cousins. In fact, her best friend is as near to a cousin on my side as she has.
Primrose and Reagan get along so well, and it's something that makes me smile and feel a little broken up, as well. They love each other in that honest way kids do.
Except I didn't love Reagan's parents for a long time.
When I was Primrose's age, I met a girl called Summer. We were both unsure at the first day of nursery, but we made quick friends! We liked mostly the same things, and we eventually became best friends. We went around to visit each other all the time, and Summer was the first person to get an invite to any parties I had.
Around middle school, we became a trio, as we met a funny guy called Travis. Summer had found him crying and said she knew where he needed to be, and as he was lost, he followed her, but instead, she brought him to me, so I could cheer him up.
We were inseparable, and I thought nothing could change that! I was in chess club, Travis liked IT, and Summer was a cheerleader. We were still friends. Even though we knew we both liked Travis, we didn't do anything about it.
I didn't, anyway. That was the problem, it was why I ended up not talking to them for a while. Back when I still liked Travis, Summer and me made a promise not to go after him. Unfortunately for me, Travis liked Summer, and ended up kissing her just as I came back from work.
After that, I moved to San Myshuno, near my parents. I was heartbroken! But I met Orson soon after, and after a year, he asked me out. Willow Creek had the perfect house for us once we were looking for a better place than just either of our flats, and by then, I was already pregnant. People were under the impression I'd never moved once I got back there, or that I'd been on holiday.
My friendships with Summer and Travis are still strained, but it doesn't matter as much anymore. I don't care for Travis in that way anymore, but it still hurts that it happened.
But we're becoming friends again, through our children. Reagan is three, and is their firstborn, although Summer is expecting again. She's a very sweet little girl, and Primrose says that she's her best friend. Seeing them together brings back memories, of course - they look so much like Summer and me.
And Travis is so kind to Primrose. He's always got time to spend with her, when she's over there, and she's taken to calling him 'Uncle', same as with Mort.
He even plays dolls with her when Reagan decides not to! He's a fantastic father to his own little girl, but it's weird seeing how much of a dad he's completely become.
I guess I've just been thinking about things a lot recently, what with...well, Summer's new baby on the way. It brought everything back.
Liberty, signing off.
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