Entry #4

I am deeply honored and thankful for making me a part of this big celebration. I know that Mary has a lot of friends and yet she chose me for this role among others. But I’m sure that her main reason for this is that she firmly believes that I will speak all the good things about her. And of course, I can follow instructions well since like Mary, I am a seasoned girl scout.

Mary was a messy little girl twenty years ago. She had this greasy face messed with her vanilla flavored ice cream when she bumped into my mom’s white jeans which made my mother scream in terror. It was when my mother started to nag that I rescued the terrified little Mary from my mom’s fury and started a kiddy talk with her. By the time my mom ceased talking, Mary and I were already halfway done with our street markings in the park where we used to play by jumping through the holes in our ugly drawing.