They made it.

My parents got here. By God's good graces. The thing is that I'm tired and I don't feel good which is what happened the last time they were here. I don't know why. I feel like there's so much responsibilty when they are here. Part of it is that when they are here JAB and I have to pretend to be roommates again, which sucks and always brings tension.

At least they are here but who knows how long they will stay. It all depends on the flights. My Dad is looking so old to me for some reason. It scares me. He just seems so fragile now compared to before. Maybe it's just me.

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