"But, I have nothing to write!"
I had dinner with my parents, my grandparents, and my great uncle tonight. My grandmother asked me what I wanted for my birthday. My mother said she was proud of her because she didn't even have to remind her that it was my birthday soon. "I want you to write in the journal I gave you," I told her. "What journal?" she said. "The spiral bound one," my mother said. "With the waves on it," I added. She scrunched her face at me. "But, I have nothing to write!" she said. "I don't do anything interesting." "No," I explained. "I gave you a journal and I wrote a question on every page. All you have to do is answer the question." "Oh, okay," she said. Suddenly, it is not such an insurmountable task. "How many questions are there? Is it a hundred pages?" "It's probably more," I said. "But, there's not that many questions. There's a list of questions I