my mom told me tonight of the phonecall sister #3 made to my nearly-four-year-old niece jaycie on tuesday– jaycie’s first day of pre-school. sister #3 called and asked jaycie what she was doing, “i’m crying with mom. there’s a fire on tv cece and it’s bad.”

ugh.

sister #2 says that’s the last the kids have seen of the whole ordeal. she won’t let them watch it anymore.

since my word is good, i cried tonight. i sobbed like a big baby, and now i am done. it’s time to be strong and i am so damn good at that.