Today is better, but not much. My dad called and told me that we probably wouldn't go camping for a few weekends to save some money. Just how quietly he said that made it sound like he was crying... I almost was too. I'm thinking of picking up some hours at work too so I can, in a way, support myself and not have my dad spend unneeded money on me.

I just wish I was a good daughter, I wish I could do more to help him, I wish I had a better job so I COULD help him...