Sunday, March 29, 2003

Dear Ana,
How come I'm always blamed for everything? Well, why? Talia went around yelling and being scary, and Mommy said, "Rere!?!?!?!?" We unfolded the sofa bed. War news: Our soldiers have almost got to Baghdad. Uh-oh, what will they do when they get there? I feel sorry for the Iraqi people. The Etcetera Shop (local thrift store) is sending relief kits (I'm glad someone else cares). Well, heartbreaking news: Luke, yes Luke, the poor old Luke the guinea pig. Well, bye!

Love, Maria

Editorial note: Luke the guinea pig unfortunately met his demise prior to my writing this.

Sunday, March 22, 2003

Dear Ana,
Bad news– War. Horrible, horrible war with Iraq. President Bush likes war. I haven't seen you for awhile, so you do not know, but I gathered eggs from a chicken's nest! Well, only one. Xander is sick. Lunch, I must stop.

Love, Maria

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Dear Ana,
They got rid of the Image Writer! Yes, the printer they got before I was born. And Daddy is acting mean. Also, they got rid of the old keyboard. Daddy hit me and yelled at me. Now I feel bad. It is January 29th, I think, 2003, Wednesday. Bye.

Love, Maria