Dear Chappu, I decided to dedicate this intimate journal slash diary to you. You were always my best friend, the only one who ever really cared enough to listen to what I have to say. I miss your smirk. I miss you. When Kupo was born, no words in Spiran or Al Bhed could explain how I felt as Wakka handed me the son I had brought into this world. None. That's when I thought of you, and your annoying little journal you had. Remember how you'd write in it when I was around? Oh, how I used to get so mad at you. I thought you loved your journal more than me. Took me a while to figure out that you just needed a place to jot all those world stopping ideas down. I suggested to Wakka that maybe we should both keep a journal. He agreed of course. As soon as I was able to walk again, I found myself at the new Besaid bookstore. I chose a dark burgundy leather journal and Wakka chose one made of the same fabric as your old Besaid Aurocn's uniform. I swear he got teary eyed as he felt the old fabric. I know he misses the guys. Sometimes I'd wish he'd say screw it. I wish he would do what he wanted to really do, you know? But, he's always been like that. Eager to please, and never wanting to do what his heart wants so desperately to do. Yuna sent me a message today. Something about a museum that contains the history of Spira or something like that opening in Luca. Wakka and I have been cordially invited to attend the grand opening of course. Yuna said people want to interview us. Even after all this time, we still are well known. I'm not used to this attention. I prefer to be myself (or with Wakka and Kupo) Wow, I have written a lot for my very first entry. And I used to wonder how you could write so much. I hope you are proud of Wakka and me. I miss you. I must go for now, Kupo is crying a dear fit. Lulu