The journaling goes somewhat like this:
Dear Grandma,
mom and dad have dragged me on my very first camping trip. It's wet! Why do we have to sleep in a wet tent when we could stay inside a warm house? Mom and dad seem to like this, though. Poor dad was sent out into the rain to secure our tent. He did get to bring his coffee mug. I hope he doesn't float away. Mom is pretending to unpack but all she seems to be doing is taking photos of me, and sometimes of dad out of the tent window. Hopefully I'll see you soon. Lovisa Lin.

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Kit: Royanna Fritschmann - Spring Symphony