Entry 2: Julia Meier, to her Papi
Papi, I know what precocious means. Just because I had to look at your letter to spell it doesn’t make me stupid.
School is good. I’m here now. My teacher, Herr Schwartz, is helping me write this. (he doesn’t know where you are, though!) He’s a boy teacher! I’ve never had a boy teacher before, but he’s fun. We got to go outside today and play.
I think Mami misses you. She’s been sad all day, and when I asked her what was wrong, she said “Nothing. But Papi better come back soon.” Are you going to come back soon? I miss you already.
I drew a wyrm today, but it was on a different piece of paper so I can’t send it to you. Herr Schwartz said that it looks scary, but I don’t think so. I don’t think I’d be scared of one, if I met one.
What are you doing on this trip? Can I come with you next time? If I’m precocious, does that mean that I’m not a child?
I miss you so, so, so much.
Love, Julia
