Today is Astara’s thirteenth birthday. It’s difficult to believe she’s a teenager already. The very first thing she did after cutting the cake was begin flirting with one of the men at her party. I put a stop to that, but when Dina gave me a look I decided it was time to update the journal. It’s difficult to see my little girl grow up.
Deanna has been growing steadily. She speaks often about the saddest things. I wonder if we aren’t giving her enough attention or if she’s having trouble in school. Dina doesn’t seem to know why Deanna seems so down either.
Sadly, even with a house full of children I’ve seen no evidence that any of them have a spark of creativity. I’ll continue watching and waiting. Dina has promised me that after our sixth child we can take a break for a while and let a few of them move out before we have more. I’m glad for this, even if it still worries me having so many dependents. Between writing and art I continue to bring in money. It’s a good thing, the bills keep going up.
By my hand,