I'm three years old right now, though sometimes when I am angry I am five. I don't like to type this way, but the big ones do the spelling. i'm sad because my Daddy died. He thought i was special. And I never told anyone that i hurt his feelings and he died. i wish i could do something to bring him back. Why did he just disappear? Where did he go?

The big one says it is okay to cry when i am wearing the purple shawl. But everyone got so scared when i cried. I don't know if it is safe to do it now that somebody can hear. I just want to be alone where i won't hurt anyone else.

The big one asks me if i can say anything else about me. I like fish because they are cold and quiet and don't love you so it is ok when they die. Here is a pretty fish.

That made me not so sad, finding fish pictures.

Map asked God to tell me that it isn't my fault that my daddy died. But I don't understand about God. Why did God make my daddy die? The big one thinks I don't know how to be sad about it, but I am sad. I just can't cry. I'm afraid the water will swallow me up.

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