Daisy
The past couple of days have been difficult with headaches and I tend to forget recent memories, but it's getting better each day. My soreness is going away, and the bruises I had will fade soon. Jasper didn't like going back to work while I've been here, but I made a promise to him I wouldn't do anything without calling him first.
It's different, considering how independent I am. My dad's even come over during trips from out of town. In fact, he should be here in a few minutes. My phone buzzes next to me on the couch and when I notice Jasper's name, I do my best not to roll my eyes.
J: You okay?
D: I'm doing cartwheels. That's okay, right?
J: I'm going to assume you're being a smartass because you're sick of me checking up on you. In case you aren't, just lie to me. I know you aren't used to me being so over the top concerned, but you know where I come from, Daisy Mae.