Dear Journal/Sweets,
This is officially The Diary of Someone's Daughter… Because I am officially Lily Catherine Booth.
And that's why I haven't written in so long. I've been busy helping my dad recover. For a whole week, he kept calling me 'Princess' and asking where Mom was. It was weird. He thought he was married. To Brennan. And that I was their daughter. He kept giving me whatever I wanted and then some. He expected me to make demands and wear short dresses and always be with Wendell. Nothing was like it should have been.
Then he realized I was his daughter biologically, but not legally, and so it became weeks of DNA tests and custody hearings and sitting in the social worker's office and home studies and French fries and BORING.
I miss Brennan. And murder.
Lately, Dad's been going stir-crazy and really wants to be cleared for duty. I think he's ready, now that he a) knows he's not married, b) realizes I don't make demands or wear short dresses, and, c) remembers that if I fall asleep on the couch, he carries me to bed.
I am really looking forward to this new normal.
Lily Catherine Booth
(I love signing that)
