Fiorella keeps getting Uvailde and the Ukraine mixed up as she writes--but then, it's a wonder she doesn't throw University of Texas in with them too. They're all the same horror show to her. If your wondering, your girl finally got hold of a counselor she knows who will come visit her on Monday. (Thinking of barring the door and not letting her escape).
Good news in regard to your girl's knee-socket replacement: the powers that be have worked things around so the surgery can take place in town, which means that Son L can take care of transportation. (The date is the 15th, and all prayers are welcome to.)
For the first seven years of her life, Forella lived in Ohio, with a cherry tree catty-corner across the street and ooooh--the berries tasted so good, but uggggh--the way they stained clothes....and hands, and faces. Therefore, when your girl spotted a bag of them in HEB recently, you can bet your she grabbed it.....but carefully.😁
Kindergarten-age Granddaughter has shone interest in the two romances that Fio wrote, but mostly to pile them on top of each other along with some of your girl's language books in between. What the heck--it's a start--and in both directions!
The things Fiorella has been going through lately have pushed her backward in some areas, but she's up in the saddle again and doing her best not only to reach her former goals, but to best them💗
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