Vacation

Well, we're a few days into the vacation now, and it's been pretty good so far. I'm here with my mother, my dad, my aunt and uncle on my mother's side, and their two children (Jamie, who's eight, and Kayla, who's three). I've been expected to watch the kids, which isn't too fun. Both of them are pretty nice kids on their own, but they squabble with each other all the time. (And, believe, me, Kayla is more than a match for Jamie in terms of squabbling, even though he's older.)

My mother keeps bragging about my "babysitting job" back home. I've quit trying to explain that it isn't like that, so instead I just smile and nod when she brings it up.

Luna's Skyped me every night, usually to voice chat. We usually make small talk or joke around; I try to keep things lighthearted. As the conversation begins to wind down, though, she always seems nervous, or anxious, or something, and I have to try and reassure her that she'll be able to sleep okay. She usually does manage to get to sleep normally, so I know I'm doing some good.

My mother also keeps talking about how I'm "writing a story" (a while ago I told her that I was writing original fiction when she asked me what I was always typing on my laptop). I've been forced to make up a story to tell my family when they ask. The story I've made up is about a little girl who talks to her stuffed animals and travels between the real world and the fantasy world with them. It's every lame overdone fantasy trope mashed together, and the little girl is pretty blatantly Luna, but I'm not trying to be creative, just trying to avoid letting my family know about this blog.