Sunday 14 July
Hello?
Journal?
Dear Journal?
Dear Diary?
Hi. It’s me Maeve …
You don’t know me I suppose. And I don’t know you. But you’re a Notes folder on my iPad. So what’s to know??
I don’t get this journalling thing. There is nothing much to write … I’m eleven years old. Nothing really happens to me. Aunty Em swears I’ll be glad I kept a journal one day but it’s so much work, and my life isn’t that interesting you know? I go to school. I come home. I eat dinner …
What can I tell you? Aunty Em. She’s my aunty … obviously. She is my mum’s younger sister. But she’s not like a regular aunty. She’s lived with us (Mum, me, Liam and Violet) since Violet was a baby. She helps look after us kids when Mum is working. Mum’s a nurse so she works all sorts of weird times, like whole entire nights and Saturdays. I love Aunty Em like she’s…
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