Our eyes did the talking.

I’m sorry for tormenting you on this trip. I thought you were the bad guy, but it was me.

It’s okay. I haven’t been a good sister. I know you’ve needed me, and I’ve been hiding.

I did need you! I still need you! I want to show you all the fantastic stuff that Dad has shown me… even though I know

he didn’t really place all the birds out here for me to find.

I’ll try to be open to it, but it’s really difficult for me to hear about anything to do with Dad. I’m not ready.

I understand. It can wait.