Bet you never expected to hear from me again. Things have been really crazy since the tornado. Mom said it might be a good idea to touch base and see how you're getting along.
I sure was sorry about your broken arm. To tell you the truth, I'd trade a broken arm for getting Dad back any day. Sometimes I wake up at night feeling like my guts are being ripped out. Can't tell you how much I miss him!
And our house, and our backyard, and the basketball goal on the driveway, and TWO BATHROOMS. I never thought we'd end up in a place like this. Mom is trying real hard to make it feel like home...it's not working. I know it's not working for her either because I've heard her crying a few times after Sarah and I have gone to bed and she thinks we're asleep.
Mom said I should keep this positive, Who is she trying to kid?
Guess I better give it a try. Will your cast be off before the end of the baseball season? How's the team doing? I couldn't believe Coach Howard was able to salvage enough equipment after the storm so the team could play this year.
Mom said I could walk down to the post office to mail this. (She tries to think up excuses to get me out of the apartment.) But, dude, I've got to tell you it gets HOT in the city, at least 114 degrees! Ok, maybe not that hot, but I swear I think my tennis shoes could melt on the sidewalk, so I better go before I lose all my tread on the walk. lol
I hope you're able to write me back. Take care of that arm.
PS This is one of the places your way cool friend is hanging out these days. Definitely not cool!