48| Stick Figure.

Days have passed, and the feast is happening tomorrow night. To say that I'm excited for it would be an understatement.

I'm not excited for the feast on its own, but for what is going to go down in it. I'm excited to finally see Oliver after what seems like months.

Would he miss me? Of course he would; he's Oliver.

I've been thinking of different scenarios in my head constantly. Would he like my dress? Would he kiss me? Would he go along with my plan?

There are just so many things that could happen, and I can't wait for them to happen.

But for the present, I feel like taking a break. So instead of spending my entire day in my room wallowing in loneliness and hating Harry, I've decided to visit the kids again.

Yes, yes. I'm going to visit Denise and her fun class with Sandra accompanying me again.

She was so on board with me when I told her I wanted to go there again. I guess that's a good thing, right?

"Do you think I'm pushing it?" I ask Sandra as we walk past the courtyard. She scru