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No. of years on extremely odd and oft dangerous island: 2; No. of children since year prior: 1 (v.g. if answer were two, might want to stab myself through the eye with a baby powder scented safety pin. Oof.); No. friends lost: at least 3 (v.b.); No. gained: not nearly enough (although having a certain amount of time devoted to infant son was v. important in previous year, affecting number drastically); No. of days as a man: 3 (ugh.); No. of days with AIDS: 0, technically (ugh.); Boyfriends lost: 1; Boyfriends gained: 1 (hurrah!)
However, significant improvement over previous year, as now have Dixon, who is, quite possibly, the best thing to ever happen to me.
She almost hadn't noticed the date.
She'd taken Dixon out into the snow that afternoon, after finally finding a coat and boots small enough to fit him, and he'd sort of stared wide-eyed at the snow for a while, standing on wobbly legs. It had all be rather adorable, since at the end of it all, he'd ended up with snow on his bum anyway.
Once she'd scooped him up and they'd made their way back to the compound, the calendar caught her eye.
Two years.
She'd been on the island for two years now. When she sat back and thought about it, it didn't seem as though that much time had gone by. But it had been two years since she'd seen Tom, Jude and Shaz...two years since she'd seen her Mum and Dad. This was the time of year when it seemed to hurt the most, since every time she looked at the tree in the rec room, she could only think about a few years prior, when she'd been sitting around with her Dad, discussing in great detail the orange man who Mum had decided to date.
And he really had been quite orange.
But each year, it was just a bit more sad to think that she'd never see either of them again.
Her Mum and Dad. Not the orange man.
However, significant improvement over previous year, as now have Dixon, who is, quite possibly, the best thing to ever happen to me.
She almost hadn't noticed the date.
She'd taken Dixon out into the snow that afternoon, after finally finding a coat and boots small enough to fit him, and he'd sort of stared wide-eyed at the snow for a while, standing on wobbly legs. It had all be rather adorable, since at the end of it all, he'd ended up with snow on his bum anyway.
Once she'd scooped him up and they'd made their way back to the compound, the calendar caught her eye.
Two years.
She'd been on the island for two years now. When she sat back and thought about it, it didn't seem as though that much time had gone by. But it had been two years since she'd seen Tom, Jude and Shaz...two years since she'd seen her Mum and Dad. This was the time of year when it seemed to hurt the most, since every time she looked at the tree in the rec room, she could only think about a few years prior, when she'd been sitting around with her Dad, discussing in great detail the orange man who Mum had decided to date.
And he really had been quite orange.
But each year, it was just a bit more sad to think that she'd never see either of them again.
Her Mum and Dad. Not the orange man.