My father tell me and my mother news before bed. He said that a firefighting helicopter had crashed in Utah so I cried myself to sleep thinking about Oliver for the second night in a row. Today I visited a second hand store. They had a magazine with a helicopter on the front page over a forest fire with the words that there was an article about firefighting in the magazine like what are the odds for that. I can’t remember that I have ever heard about firefighting helicopters that have crashed before but there was two last sunday in Greece and now one in Utah like what. How can I feel my heart break when it breaks every single day. I hate that I have to force myself to pretend that I don’t care when my father or my mother point out that they hear a helicopter like no I don’t want to see it and I don’t want to know where it will go. How can it be august, I’m still in june.
