The gift of obliviousness

I once looked at the journals I kept in my teenage years, pages and pages of my adventures in Hollywood, stories of celebrities, friends and crushes, rants about my two rotten brothers. But one thing stood out for me in the rereading of these books and that was the obvious absence of my parents, as if they didn't exist at all. And though my folks were always around, I really had little interest in their lives.

Now, although David is having a difficult time adjusting to his new living situation and I am going through profound changes while adjusting to my own recent disappointments, Annie remains in high spirits; comfortable in her new digs, happy to have a TV in her room and thrilled to have discovered her new favorite pastime, talking with girlfriends on the telephone.