My parents went to Ohio to see a very distant cousin get buried or married. I don't remember which.

He's a wallflower.

The good news is that I read the book, and because of its fantasy nature, I could not pretend that I was in the book. That way I could participate and still read.

I hate you.'
My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me. She really did.
'I love you,' was all I could say in return.

Charlie?'
'Uh-huh?'
'Do you like me?'
'Uh-huh.'
'You know what I mean?'
'Uh-huh.'
'Are you nervous?'
'Uh-huh.'
'Don't be nervous.'
'Okay.

I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.