I don’t understand why New Year’s is such a big deal. Am I being a party-pooper? That’s what Rob said when I told him I wasn’t going to his party for all the performing arts kids. You’d think he would know better after rehab.
A year ago we were waiting for the Army to tell us that Bri had been found in an Army Hospital. Or any hospital. Or even that he’d been found with amnesia and he’d have to learn who we were again. Anything would have been better than the news we dreaded and feared. But it came.
The amazing thing is that life went on after we got the news. The principal asked me to make a presentation about him in the assembly and one thing led to another, and hear we are. It’s been nearly a year.
Mom was kinda weepy earlier. She got that way on Christmas too, so Dad said that tonight was just for the two of them. He told me about it before he told Mom, which made me feel very grown up. So Diego and I are going to watch movies tonight. And eat popcorn and maybe M&Ms. Dad made me promise I wouldn’t have a party, but he was fine with my having Diego over. He said he’ll trust us and we’d better not give him a reason to change his mind.
What would you watch on TV if you were with your boyfriend? Am I leaving myself wide open with that question? Sure hope not. I guess I’ll find out how well you know me by your answer.
Whether you respond or not, I hope you have a wonderful New Year. 2017 has to be better than the first part of 2016.