Valentine

1802.715 - 1825.907 Phoebe Judge

I was trying not to crowd her. Sarah and I went to an antique festival, something that I would normally never agree to. My Aunt Jane was there with my mother and texting updates all the time. It was an odd thing, walking around looking at old fishing rods, knowing that the next text I could get might be that my mother was gone. I ended up buying a painting of a man riding on the top of a whale.