I tug at the colorful volume. Wait, this isn’t a book… it’s a diary. Ima’s diary, from—
First, I toss and turn half the night, then I sleep through my alarm, and wake up with just minutes until I need to leave the house.
So of course, I can’t call my family before school.
After school, for a change, I rush back to Bubby’s, intent on getting through to Ima and the family before it’s too late at night again.
“Hi, Bubby, I’m home,” I say breathlessly, waving to my grandmother. “I’m just calling Ima.”
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