Dear Anita,

Closing my eyes and wishing how my father was…well I don’t have to imagine Anita, because so much of the time he is good – and so he is like this:

I think of him taking to me, and he is telling me about his day, and I am telling him about mine.  And he tells me very good, and he says it is good that I am enjoying school.  He tells me about his patients, and I always ask him what he does at work, what he eats, and everything.  It is fun.  I don’t spend that much time alone just me and dad though.  He goes to work.  Most of the time,  I am alone withmom, or it is us 3. sometimes it is jsut me and my dad if we have to drive somewhere, and it is peaceful mostly