Grace

Grace and I spent Saturday together. I love Grace. I'm going to die when she leaves. Her mommy says I can go visit whenever though.

Every time I get really attached to someone, they move. I hate it. I'm always here though. Always.

It is too pointless to ask God why. I'd still like to know. On second thought, no. If I knew what God was planning for me, I'd probably freak out.

So I guess I'll just have to live with it. And without my family. (The Sylvesters adopted me. I love them all so much).

I guess there's just one thing left to do.

Love Meagan