September 7, 2017
Black Seven Day. I shouldn't even call it that anymore. It's Mama Mary's birthday eve. She is the birthday girl, the one who turns all the dirt to flowers. I can try, but I can't do a thing without her. I hope she's not up there in heaven with her eyebrow raised, wondering how I can be so disobedient. I just don't know how to act, really. I know the basics, but social etiquette is unfathomable to me. My life is average. I'm just a girl. Well, woman, really. They still look at me and think I'm only eighteen.