T’s been really handy around the house lately. We had a tense moment where it felt like all of the plumbing had broken at once, but she fixed it all without me even needing to call a repairman!
She did, however, make some changes in the bathroom that I’m not so sure about.
I know, it’s just a toilet… but it’s got all these buttons and things… T says I’ll love it, but she also says that it’s got a simple AI that can perform basic conversations… Isn’t that a little much for a toilet?
Maybe I’m just getting old.
My little girl is a teenager already… how did this happen? She’s not allowed to grow up! She has to stay young and precious forever!
On the other hand, she can help out at the clinic now. Still…
I liked her room better when it was full of kitty patterns.
Well, I did it. I finally have my own little clinic. It isn’t much, but it’s mine. So long as I pay the rent.
Isn’t it nice? I can’t believe how affordable the rent is either. Dr. Ien only charges a percentage of the profits, he lets me use all of his equipment, and he let me set up a little play corner for Theremin so that I don’t have to leave her alone at home after school!
Finally, I’ll be able to do what I really love.
Oh, god, I just got a weird sense of déjà vu. Happens all the time, though. Nevermind.
I’m Landon Rivera, part-time lab tech and veterinary student. This is my daughter Theremin and her cat Thermidor.
I’m starting this blog because I have amnesia. I forget things. Last time I forgot eight years of my life, including my own daughter.
She said she was okay, she was used to it, but I found her crying in the bathroom with an old toy car. So, I’m starting this blog so that I can read it and remember next time.
I’m so sorry, Theremin. You deserve someone who won’t forget.
I’m so sorry, Dad.
For all those reading this post: this blog no longer exists, as far as you are concerned. It will no longer update. There will be no responses to any questions.
Do not try to track us down. Do not try to e-mail, post, or comment. Your contacts have been deleted, and any messages you try to send will be too.
You have been warned.
Oh, my head. Wait, where am I?
Who are you?
Oh no… You really don’t… It’s never been this bad before…
Please, don’t you remember? I’m your daughter, Theremin.
END OF ACT 1
Well, the aliens have been at it again. Overnight, my house went from this:
My living space literally just doubled. It’s all set up, too – just look at Theremin’s new room!
Maybe, just maybe, these aliens will help me.
They grow up so fast…
I feel so guilty. T really should be starting school. As this day approached, though, I’ve been paying more and more attention to the headlines. There’s just too many ones about alien children being attacked at their schools.
I’ll homeschool her. It’s the only safe option. I don’t know where I’ll find the time, but I’ve got to do it.
Honestly, I’ve been thinking of a career change. I’ll have to properly rent this place instead of just having it through my job, but it’ll be worth it if I can follow my dreams and give T the father she deserves.
I’m still thinking about it, but likely I will go back to school and become a veterinarian! Getting Thermidor reminded me how much I love animals and taking care of them, and how much I wanted to be a vet when I was young. It’s never too late to follow your dreams.
The house is going to be small for the three of us, but we’ll manage. It’s what we do.
Yep, I’m a sucker.
Meet Thermidor. He’s an Egyptian Mau kitten I got from a breeder.
T is, as usual, delighted.
More news: I got another check in the mail. Guess what I did with it?
Yep: toddler stuff. And kitten stuff.
Well, the day has finally come.
Theremin is up on her feet.
It’s the most amazing thing! Her suit grew to fit her, then shrunk into a diaper! You cannot believe how I want to study this.
I got a little toy car in the mail with no return address. T loves it.
The one thing she seems fascinated with, though, is the idea of a cat. She points out kitties in picture books all of the time. I can’t take her out and show her real ones, because who knows what people would do to her, but maybe I could bring one home?
Yeah. I’m a sucker. But by next post, we’ll probably have a kitten.
Well, the check cleared. Why am I surprised?
Here’s a picture of what I did with the money:
Yes, that’s right: new kitchen. No longer shall I be persistently haunted by the fear of a gas leak! I should have done this ages ago!
T’s doing great. The way she smiles at me almost makes me forget how much she cries.
I’ve been studying her bassinet in my free time – do you know, it actually hovers just above the ground? It doesn’t touch the carpet! It’s as solid as a rock if I bump against it, but if I want to move it I just push it along and it glides!
I’m not going to get to enjoy this discovery for long, though. T’s getting bigger and bigger, and soon she’ll be up on her feet at last!
…I get the feeling that I’m going to be missing these days soon.