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Sunday
I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it.
Mr. Nate and Miss Marisa woke me up in the middle of the night and told me we were going on a trip to the mountains. They won't say where, just that we're going "up north." Mr. Nate carried Ana, who didn't wake up at all. I walked, but they didn't even make me take off my pajamas. We drove for a couple of hours, and then we got to this cabin. Not like a remote cabin, like one all by itself. There's a little line of cabins, like at a hotel. It has two bedrooms, so I have to share with Ana. When we got here, they told us to go back to sleep. I just woke up. Miss Marisa had packed my journal and left it in my bag, which makes me happy, 'cause I'm trying to write it in every day. That way, when Mama gets back, I'll be able to remember everything I want to tell her.
The cabin is nice, I guess. It's all brown and really old, but there's a TV. It's snowing outside, and Mr. Nate said he'd take us all sledding later.
When I asked him when we were going back to his house, he said he didn't know. And the way he looked at Miss Marisa, I could tell something was wrong, but I didn't ask, because I knew they wouldn't tell me. Grown-ups never tell kids anything. Mama never did, either. And then she had to go away. Maybe if she'd told me, I wouldn't have been as surprised.
What if we never go back? What if Miss Marisa and Mr. Nate decide to stay in the mountains forever, and Mama comes back, but she can't find me? What if Eric goes to their house to look for me, and I'm not there?
The snow is falling. We're gonna get stuck here. We're gonna get stuck, and I don't care if we do go sledding.
I'm not a baby, and I'm not gonna cry. I'm just saying, I want my mama.