November 29

I’ve been doing more writing, trying to pursue a dream I’ve been neglecting, and it’s taking me into my parents’ childhood. I know so little about them, really, and I am making a lot of it up based on the little shreds of details I do know. It’s a strange feeling, constructing a life that you know was real, but knowing your construction really isn’t. Whatever happens after we die, I hope my parents understand my exploration and where it takes me, even if I deviate entirely from the truth. I’m hoping there’s enough there that’s right to do them justice.