Who needs a real first name…

I was in Mikayla’s room feeding her when this envelope was slid under the door.  It read:

 

Inside was this:

 

It’s Mallory and I’s house.  We got in through the orange door.  The windows are closed, which is why you can’t “see” us.

 

If mail came addressed to me by way of  “Mommy Eid” for the rest of my life, I could care less.