Hi, book!

I think this is how you’re supposed to do a diary. I don’t know. Dad won’t let me read his, and he keeps it locked up super tight.

I went to the shore today and tried to catch a fish. They were all floating far away. Just… floating. Maybe they were taking a nap. I wanted to go out there, but Dad won’t let me swim out in the ocean.

I told Dad about it, and he told me not to go to the shore anymore. But he seemed a bit happy about something. He’s not happy much.

He also told me not to talk to anyone. I don’t think he meant him. Or Mom. I hope not. I like talking to Mom.

She doesn’t talk back, though. She just sleeps. Dad said she was really tired, cause she… used up a lot of energy? I don’t know why she doesn’t eat. Unless she’s tired and needs sleep energy instead?

That’s probably it.

She’s almost smaller than me, now. She used to be as big as Dad. I think. I remember it from when I was really little.

Dad is sleeping more now. Maybe he’s getting tired, too. Maybe I’ll be bigger than him, too!

Until tomorrow, book!