Bad

January 1988: I have been bad. It's not that I did not want to write in my diary, it's just that I didn't have the need. Now, after a long time I do have a lot to say and only a few minutes to spare. What to do? My Tia's health gets worse and seeing her decline is heart rending. I know she knows what is going on and it hurts her very much. She doesn't want to go on her errands anymore. It's like she doesn't care.