Christmas Eve. There is an unusual quietness here in little Rio, the beaches are empty. If this makes it online, a tsunami didn't hit between now and then. But, tsunami's? Even if a huge one did hit I think we would all survive - the wave just wouldn't reach us. That's my theory anyway. Make what you want of it. One might have the apocalyptic scenario of '2012' enter the mind. But unless there is another asteroid (or meteorite?), forget it.
The family relationship between me and my mother will never be the same again. I think I respect her more than my father but why do I feel this way? She has kept more than her fair share of secrets from me. Like, a little harmless secret? Sure. But secrets so big that go so far to explainining your life should not be taken lightly. The outsiders I have spoken of? The nerve of them to expect me to grow up as a fool - not knowing the truth. Anyway, there is a rift between me, my parents and the righteous outsiders who have a history with them both. Also me, but I think we all know how those assholes really feel about the three of us.
Oh well, Auckland here we come.
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