AN: Feel free to ask Cassia any questions about her life growing up! It might be good fuel for the next entry.

August 30th, 2022,

So at first, I've thought about writing a memoir of my life, and for a while, I found myself sitting at my desk alone trying to think about what to write, with nothing but the stars shining out my window and the kitchen light that I forgot to turn off after I've gotten myself a small glass of wine. Lately, I've been feeling rather nostalgic of my childhood, so my therapist suggested that I keep a journal of everything, so that I can reflect if I feel like this again.

I guess before I kickstart this off, I should tell you a bit about myself and where I'm at right now. My names Cassia Cosma, oldest daughter of Cosmo and Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma and older sister of Poof Cosma. I'm also the granddaughter of Miguel and Yolonda Fairywinkle (maternal) and Nora and Linnie Cosma (paternal). I also think I have a couple of uncles and aunts here and there, but to be honest, they haven't really been part of my life enough for me to remember.

Not too long ago after I bought this journal, I've finally quit my job as a godparent after randomly being teleported back to the streets of Fairy World, wondering what the hell just happened. I don't even remember who my godchild was or how exactly they lost me. All I remember was that one minute I was on Earth waving around my magic wand, then the next, BAM! My face right on the damn concrete. Way to tell us you appreciate all our hard work, Jorgen. I'm so glad I'm not working for him anymore. That man's a tyrant, I swear. He makes Grandpa Fairywinkle seem like a bunny rabbit or something.

Man, lemme tell you, Mom was pissed when she found out I quit. She always had this desire to have a hard-working family, which is definitely something she got from her dad. When she found out I quit, she immediately started hounding on me about career options and what was I going to do now that I quit. Thankfully, I managed to find a job as a technical writer and data holder for Fairy World Prison, hoping that eventually, I can use those skills towards a software company or something. I haven't really decided for sure.

Honestly, I don't really regret quitting. Growing up, I had always idolized my mother, and wanted to be just as dedicated and hard-working as her one day, and it used to be my absolute dream to make her proud of me, which is how I got into god parenting in the first place. We always saw her as the head matriarch of the family, unless one of my grandmothers was in town, so it was kind of like f you made her proud, you made everyone proud. Yet, as I kept getting reassigned children and my magic kept getting taken advantage of, my interest for godparenting had gotten weaker, and I was also getting sick of Jorgen treating us like replaceable trash. For some reason, reading books and writing fanfictions while all of my bunk-makes at Fairy world Academy were still asleep allowed me to get a sense of relief and escape from all the crap that is Fairy World, so that's how I kind of got where I am today.

Right now, as most of my work is remote, I don't really live in downtown Fairy World anymore. I actually have a house on the outskirts, not too far from one of the highways that would take you to FairyWood. I've actually managed to save up a bunch of money from when I was a teenager, so I was able to book myself this nice house for rent. It's a two story, modern style, contemporary, with a swimming pool towards the front. I'm living alone with my two cats, Midnight and Lightning, and we all kind of have a nice life here. The only problem is when my family decides to call me for some unknown reason.

I guess to give a bit of a update: Poof's the only one I talk to on a regular basis. He recently started college, and I couldn't be more proud. It's a good thing Mom's parents are rich though because once they found out Poof had decided to major in something other than godparenting, mom and dad had decided not to pay for Poof's schooling. It was funny actually. Mom got quite the earful from Grandpa Fairywinkle when he found out. Honestly, he's just the best. If it weren't for the fact that Poof and I were so close, he'd probably be the person I turn to most. Man, the world doesn't deserve him, or Poof for that matter.

Mom's became quite the brute since Poof and I left, and it seems like every time I turn around, Dad's next to the blender, making a margarita or some shit. Around their house, Dad seemed to have bought a shit ton of posters that have these cringey, one-liners about drinking like, "My relationship with Whiskey is on the rocks", and "You had me at Merlot", and there are a lot of times his speech would be slurred and he'd barely be able to keep balance. I think he's taken quite the downfall ever since that miscarriage thing happened way back when I was still in middle school. Ironically, despite how bad her temper's gotten, I don't mind a text message from Mom. It's just…Dad I get nervous about. I'm not nearly as open with him as I am with Mom or Poof. Every time I get a message with his contact name or a call with his called ID, I can't help but feel like I wanna throw up. I really wish I didn't feel his way but sometimes…I just can't help it.

As far as my school friends are concerned, Bongo and I still talk, but he's on the other side of Fairy World, so we don't see each other as much as we used to. I really miss him. Maybe when work slows down, I might see if he'd wanna hang out somewhere downtown? I would just have to be careful to avoid my family as much as possible, especially dad's side, who have all caused about 99% of the BS in my life that I'll explain at another time.

Dang, I'm getting pretty sleepy so I guess I better turn in for the evening. I've got get ready for work in the morning anyways.