So Luna and I hung out yesterday, at my house, while my mother was away and my dad was doing yard work — and, let me tell you, we had a great time.

I think Luna and I are really getting comfortable around each other. We watched some stuff like we usually do, but mostly we just talked. For someone as young for her age as she is, Luna is a smart girl. If it weren't for her appearance and mannerisms, I could almost forget I was speaking to a twelve-year-old.

I'm not sure the actual content of our conversations is worth relating; it was mostly personal anecdotes. Luna told me a lot about her time living in New York City. It was the first time I'd heard her talk about the city and not seem depressed; she sounded nostalgic, certainly, but it was a happy kind of nostalgia. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen Luna in such a good mood. (I'm guessing that school being over has something to do with it.)

Today I met up for lunch with Donna as per usual. Both of us feel that Luna seems a lot better than she did after moving here, when I first met her. She's happier. She's come out of her shell a little; not just around me, apparently, because Donna says that Luna's been more talkative around her and her husband lately as well.

I don't know how much of this I can take credit for, but I know some of the credit does go to me. And I'm glad I could make a difference.