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Topic: BACK TO BASICS (02/16/17)
- TITLE: Into Safety
By Amy Gaudette
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This is the worst morning of my life. I don't think I have ever woken up feeling so miserable. My parents are playing some kind of modern-day version of “Little House on the Prairie,” and I am expected to suffer along in this fantasy of theirs in silence.
I don't know how they expect me to transition from affluent suburban America with two cars, TV in every bedroom and cool-lattes for breakfast. Good grief, my parents had just installed an indoor hot tub and Jacuzzi!
Until this morning, I was woken up by Rihanna's trendy new song. Now? My mom calling, “Kinsley, chores,” is what I get to hear. Gag me with a wagon wheel. You have got to be kidding! Unfortunately, I have to pee so bad this morning, I don't have a choice but to get up. And get this – there's only one bathroom in this house. Downstairs.
Second day in hell. The cow stepped on my foot. I had to scrub the bathroom floor. Josh and Dave actually like it here. Traitors. And the worse thing of all? There. Is. No. Cell. Phone. Service.
Can someone please dial 911?
I have been too tired to write. Every bone in my body hurts. My hands are blistering, my formally fashionable blonde hair looks like the end of a straw broom. I hate my school, and my deodorant doesn't stand a chance out here.
Get this – we said grace for breakfast. I mean, really? We say grace once a year, at Thanksgiving. Next thing I know, we'll be heading to church in a buggy.
The world has come to an end. Our neighbors picked us up for church this morning in a horse-drawn wagon. The preacher actually had a red hankie sticking out of his pocket.
Not writing much lately. Still bone-tired. I'm in charge of the new orchard. We planted young fruit trees on day 2, and they're already blooming. I've never smelled anything so fine in my life.
Mom and Dad seem happy here. I saw them sitting together on the porch swing yesterday evening, holding hands. Mom was so sickly back in Pittsburgh. She's already much better here.
A pile of kittens was born in the hayloft this morning. Dad showed me how to remove the sack off the smallest one so it could breathe. Its mom was too tired. I saved its life.
I'm not as sore anymore. Dave was teasing me that if my muscles get any bigger they'll bulge out through my T-shirt. Boy, do I miss my friends.
Every night I head to my room to escape my family. I can hear them now, laughing outside together in the evening light. Josh and Dave are catching fireflies. Dad has started a little campfire. Mom is roasting marshmallows. I've been so angry at everyone for so long, I don't know how to not feel angry. Mom told me to pray, but I've never talked to God. Maybe I could just write to Him in my journal.
It's me, Kinsley. I know You probably don't know me, but I thought perhaps we could get to know one another. I've been miserable, angry at my family, hating everyone. It's made me feel sick. I don't want to hate anymore. I don't know what to do. I'm so lonely, it hurts. I feel like an outsider. Could You help?
I don't think I have ever been happier. Last night, Willow, our beautiful Morgan, gave birth to a little red filly. I was the only one that Willow would let near the baby! Dad said she's all mine.
Cathy, my new friend from school, said she'll teach me how to train her. Cathy has seven horses and the cutest brother.
I write to You tonight, not the diary. Please help those who have lost so much today with the terrible economic crash. Be with my friends and their families in the city. Thank You for bringing us here. Thank You for a well filled with fresh spring water. Thank You for strawberries ripening in the field. Thank You for this simple, uncluttered life that provides for our every need. Thank You for You.
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