You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t.
Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you.
Jenny, I don’t know if Momma was right or if, if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.
updating my resume like
Molly Ringwald fashion from Pretty in Pink.
Red Valentino Autumn-winter 2013 Prêt à Porter
But for real, you know who would be more excited about the year of Luigi more than Luigi himself?
I can see him running around all giddy and being like HEY GUYS DID YOU KNOW IT’S LUIGI’S YEAR? THE YEAR OF LUIGI? MY BROTHER HAS HIS OWN YEAR AND IT’S GONNA BE AWESOME AND I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. AREN’T YOU GUYS EXCITED??? I’M EXCITED
and everybody else is like Mario jfc you need to chill