I'm glad someone started a part 2. Let's see. I'm writing this from my homeland of Brasil (I only spell it that way when I'm here, out of respect. They do not spell it with the z). I had a hard time getting on the internet for a few days and we've been really busy. We flew out of LA at 4am on Wednesday, had two plane changes (one in Houston and one in Sao Paulo) and finally got here at 12am Thursday. Then, the London bombings. I'm sorry for everybody in London. That was just horrible.
My mom and I are visiting my dad, maybe for the last time. He's not doing well and so we're just taking it day by day. I had so much guilt because I had mixed emotions about coming at all. It's a long story, but I don't really know my dad well. He took off when I was little and I've seen him a little off and on over the years, but he made it pretty clear that he didn't really want a kid. We're here for the next 2 weeks and I love it here, but I wish the circumstances weren't this. Thank gawd I still have access to some sanity-saving things, like this board. I don't have time to look at all the threads because it's 7:40am here and we're getting ready to leave to go to breakfast and see my dad. Everytime I come here, I want to stay. Maybe this time I will. I don't know. Ok, that's enough for now.
