First week at home, everything is slowly returning to normal and I'm not trying to stop it. Dad has gone on one of his business trips and he took mom with him so I have a lot of time for myself.
Henry came by yesterday, we watched some old movie and I showed him the house. He seemed very impressed but for me it's always just been my home. I think one of the hardest things I've had to do over the last couple of months has been to realize that this sort of life is not normal. I'm slowly getting there, helped by the expression on Henry's face when he sees a Monet on the wall or the pool outside.
He also keeps giving me sweet compliments about how I look, but he's not fooling me. All he wants is to see me without clothes (after all, he's a 21 year old boy). I can't say I'm not curious though, so I had Salvatore take some pictures of me. The chef for those of you who didn't know. I liked this one.