Entry Two:
August 29, 1990
Sorry I haven't written in you a long time, Diary, but you would not believe all the things you need to get together before you can be adopted. Here's the short list: Michael's lawyer has to be there, don't know why, I just it's just some legal thing, two witnesses, we got Michael's mom and Elizabeth Taylor to be there. They have to sign the papers too. They have to be signed in front of a judge. Last but definitely not least you need Michael and I. We are going to have to go all the way to LA to do this because that's the county in which I was born. I don't know what's wrong with doing it here at home. Those are the rules, I guess. Anyway, it's time for me to get changed. After all I can't very well be adopted wearing just a t shirt and jeans. I'm gonna wear my favorite dress. It's black with white flowers, and comes all the way down to my ankles. I know it's a little hot for August, but it doesn't have sleeves so at least I won't die of heatstroke or something. My new black sandals go perfect with it. Knowing him, he'll probably wear a red shirt, black pants, his loafers, and that hat of his. That's Michael, what can you do? Anyway I really need to go, because if I don't I'll be late for giving Michael his birthday present. What's that you ask. Well it's me. Because in three hours, we have to be there an hour early, my name will officially be Kathryn Michael "Katie" Jackson.