New friends

[Below are writings initiated by Yi, before, during, and after we spent two days with mom’s friend from college, Vivian, and her son, Terrell.]

6/30, Thu

Tomorrow I will meet a new friend. I am a little bit nervous. I am afraid that I will make s mess. I like to be with my family only. I don’t know if they will be mean. They might be very strict. I will be my best. I will try to learn how to make new friends.


7/1, Fri

[in the morning]

I am very nervous. 


[End of day]

I had a nice day today. It was lots of fun. It was the first time that I hung out with my friends. We had lots of fun. It is wonderful to have people who accept me as who I am. I feel amazing that I can just be myself. I want to spend more time with them. 


7/2

[in the morning]

I had early dreams. In my dreams, I was having a great time. I was talking to my friends. I am very happy. I am flying. 


[in the evening]

Today I had another great day. It was great to spend time with my friends. I am very happy that I can make new friends. I like them very much. They are very friendly and kind. Vivian is very creative and smart. Terrel is very funny and smart. I wish they live nearby. I wish they are my neighbors. But they are going back to China. It makes me sad, very sad. 


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