My widdle baby sister has moved out of the Donnavilla. She says it’s time for her to be on her own. I hate to see her go but I know it’s the right thing for her.

I am now completely on my own. Getting the mail, taking out the garbage, watering the plants, locking the doors, turning out the lights– these are now chores solely in my arena. There is no one to share the mother load. I have to admit, I am a little excited by the prospect of being fully responsible. It’s like every last excuse is gone. The dishes are dirty because they are MY dishes. The kitchen floor is filthy because I made a mess and didn’t clean it up. It’s up to me now. Completely and utterly me.