Thursday, March 6, 1975

My name is Vincent. I am 10 years old. I live with my mom and her husband, Alexander. Mom says that he's my dad now, and he tries to act like he is. But he's not. He's just Alexander. I have a little brother, too. His name is Alex. At least, mom says he's my brother. We don't have the same dad, though. But we have the same mom, so I guess it makes sense. Alex is 2 years old. That's how these are supposed to work, right? I don't know how to do this, so I might mess up. My best friend Jeremy told me that he writes in a compuzishun notebook when he's lonely, and it makes him feel better. So I thought it might work for me, too. Mom's been paying a lot of attention to Alex. She says it's because he's little and needs to be watched. I guess it makes sense. Alex does like to get into trouble when mom and Alexander aren't around. Mom is calling me for supper. Bye!

-Vincent