Ailana’s Journal—2026-06-01 (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING by Ailana Geven Keller

Emily arrived on Saturday. It’s Monday, and I am marveling that working parents are even a thing.

Working—I understand.

Parenting—I can imagine.

Together? I don’t know how it’s possible, given the last thirty-six hours.

I have no complaints about stepping up and helping. However, today is going to take a big bite out of the work schedule.

Today’s mission is in two parts. The second part is a procedural ex parte emergency hearing to keep Emily safely placed with us while the bigger legal questions get sorted out. More on that later.

The first part started last night after the burgers were eaten. Emily stayed outside with Brooks and Jenna, talking while their rides came to pick them up. (Kel rode off for a little while with Mateo and Gabe to see a six-passenger golf cart at Gabe’s dad’s shop.)

I helped Jason clean everything up while Emily showered. Then she came over to where I was and sat on the arm of the sofa.

“I know I’ve really messed up your life,” she said.

“You needed help. You made a choice to get the help you needed and to keep yourself safe… So, let’s say you’ve changed things. Not messed things up.”

She smiled. “I have been dreaming of getting here for a long time. When my mother found your social media, I went back to the very beginning and read everything. I know you weren’t expecting to have someone like me to take care of.”

I smiled. “It will be fine. I’ll learn how to do all this. Everything will work out, and eventually, I bet it becomes a lot of fun.”

“I bet it’s been a lot to wrap your head around.”

“Yeah, but it will be fine. We can just keep talking through it, right?”

Emily nodded, then looked down. “Having to run out so fast wasn’t in my plan. I have a little problem.”

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I didn’t want to hijack her question, but at some point, I have a lot of things to talk about regarding her plan.

I simply replied, “What’s the problem?”

“I need bras and panties. Kaylee gave me some shirts and shorts, and Sasha gave me a swimsuit. But I only had one change of underwear in my backpack and I had to leave my duffel bag behind the sofa when I ran out.”

“Okay, we can solve that problem.”

“I have a little money, and the thrift store in Las Vegas had bags with cheap new bras and panties. Like five dollars for two. I was thinking maybe there’s a thrift store around here somewhere. And I need to get a job somewhere.”

“Job?” I decided to postpone that idea. “Let’s start with clothes. We can find a thrift store… sure, but let me just take you to a department store tomorrow and get some basics that will last a while.”

She paused as if she were playing out all the possible options. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely. Honestly, we should have thought of this yesterday.”

So, when the stores open today, Emily and I are grabbing the Honda and going shopping.

Let me go back to the part about disrupting my work schedule. To be honest, this feels like it will actually be fun.

And let me add this: I have a sister? What? This is crazy in a really good way? Maybe?

I’m actually letting that sink in and starting to process.

Last thought. I told Dad about this. He was stunned. Part of me wishes it surprised him more, though it didn’t.

Neither Dad nor I have heard from my mother since he got the divorce papers. I never put any effort into figuring out what happened, and honestly just tried to sever myself from whatever became of her completely. If Dad has ever given it one thought, I wouldn’t know.

So here we are, after all these years, finding ourselves connected to an evil criminal. That, in and of itself, is a lot to process.

But not now. I’m taking my little sister shopping.

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JUNIORS’ DEPARTMENT by Ailana Geven Keller

If you’ve ever heard stereotypes about shopping for clothes for a teen being difficult and trying, let me say this. Emily hasn’t heard them.

“I really don’t care how they look,” she said. “I’m just grateful.”

I cried. Literal tears.

She does care that they fit, and that is a challenge. Anyone who buys clothes for women knows that the sizes vary by brand and even by style.

A size that fits in a skirt probably isn’t the same as a size that fits in jeans. Maybe. Maybe not.

I watched Jason pick out four shirts on Amazon and buy them faster than I could have tried on the first one. Guys can do that.

Okay, new topic.

Emily needs a bed. A room. Something that is not borrowed from Sasha.

Jason, Emily, and I sat down before the stores opened to work out a solution.

I’ll start with the final plan.

And by “final” I mean final for the next few weeks while we let the dust settle and figure out the future.

There’s a bedroom, bath, and other spaces sitting empty on the third floor of the condos. My old home.

How we arrived at the plan was surprisingly painless.

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I started things off. “We can’t have Emily crashing with Sasha forever.”

“I can just sleep on your sofa,” Emily said. “I’m used to that.”

For a lot of reasons, that seemed totally wrong. For one, she’s a sixteen-year-old girl—not a house pet.

We considered finding a condo to rent elsewhere with two bedrooms. It’s tourist season proper, and that would be very expensive. We considered something inland but didn’t get to the stage of looking up prices and locations.

“I have a better idea,” Jason said, “but, Emily, you’ll have to convince me how it works out safely.”

“What’s your idea?” I asked.

He suggested the third-floor unit. We went up and showed Emily.

“I’ve seen pictures. I can’t believe you’d let me call this my bedroom.”

“It’s a little more than a bedroom,” I said, “but I don’t see any reason you couldn’t use it for now.”

“But,” Jason went on, “you have to convince us that you wouldn’t do something crazy. Like sneak out.”

I nodded. “Yes, that.”

Emily shrugged. “First off, I’ve been dreaming of coming here. Why would I leave? But I get your worries.”

We talked through everything a few times without finding a good solution, then Jason made a joke. “We could just nail the door closed every night.”

Emily was actually nodding along with that one. I took a deep breath and reviewed all the ideas up to that point.

Then I had an idea that might work. “We could set the alarm and not tell you the code.”

Emily hopped up from the sofa and looked around for a second. “I’ll even give you my phone at night. If an emergency happens, I’ll open the door and the alarm will sound.”

Jason looked at her. “You won’t feel like a prisoner?”

“I promise I won’t go out once you tell me to stay in, so I won’t even know if the alarm is on or off. I’m going to do my best not to ruin your lives any more than I have to so that I can stay out of foster care.”

So, we talked it through a few more times, and it seems doable without her being unsafe. If she needs to leave, she can—the alarm goes off. She’ll know she’s safe inside.

I decided she’d keep her phone. If something comes up, she can call instead of setting off the alarm.

So she’s not trapped inside. She’s just proving her promise to stay put by letting us turn on the alarm. Naturally, the doors open from the inside. The lock is on the inside. Normal house, normal doors.

We’re not giving a 16-year-old an apartment of her own. We’re working with what we have to make sure she has a bed and is safe.

Jason went on to say, “I want this to feel like we’re becoming a family. Technically, we already are. You and Ailana are sisters. That makes me your brother-in-law. But that’s on paper. I want it to feel real, too.”

She’ll eat with us—of course she can have snacks and drinks. She’ll have her clothes there.

And those linens we didn’t take down to the ground floor unit!

And she’ll have a bed.

A BED OF MY OWN by Emily Amos

I have a bed. Of my own.

And right now, there’s a court hearing that is supposed to help make sure I get to keep it.

After Ailana and I got back from shopping, she, Jason, and Josh went to court with, like, a hundred lawyers. Okay, hyperbole, but yeah… I don’t actually know how many.

Jasmine—who is very chill with serious main-character vibes—is watching me. That is to say she’s in the office downstairs and I’m…

Did I mention I have a bed! Yeah, bet!

Today is a quick hearing to make things legal and proper. Josh told us the lawyer said another hearing would be on June 12 and that one would settle a bunch more things. Today is just a preliminary thing.

Okay… forget that…

I’m sitting on my bed. I haven’t had a bed of my own since the beginning of ninth grade when my mother got custody back. I have a theory about that—perjury is part of it.

Before then, I bounced through foster homes where I had little beds, bunk beds, and for a while, an air mattress I had to pump up every night. Grateful, but…

I have a bed now! Like a grown adult bed. I’m probably just going to take a nap because, you know. I have a bed.

I know I’m overboard with this idea. I really didn’t know it would mean this much to me, but it feels like some kind of symbol that this is real and that it’s going to work out.

So I won’t say it again, but you can just know I’m thinking it.

Oh… did you catch how I used “hyperbole” earlier? Remember how I’ve been saying that I want to be a writer? Like Ailana.

GOOD NIGHT by Ailana Geven Keller

I’m chilling out now—it’s still in the 80s. It was a busy day, but good things happened.

I started to change the title of this post to “She Needs A Laptop” but decided to stick with the normal one.

Today, we got clothes for Emily.

We also figured out where she’s going to sleep.

The court said we’re fine for now. Come back in a few weeks.

Josh said he’d have a report tomorrow from what the lawyers and investigators have come up with.

I got home, and Emily ran down the stairs to meet us. She wanted to know if she got to stay. We said everything was good for now and there would be another hearing later.

Then she announced, “I took a nap.”

She seemed to think that was a big deal, but I didn’t know what to say.

“Well, are you hungry?” I replied.

She helped me in the kitchen while Jason grilled chicken breasts outside. We microwaved potatoes and made a salad.

“You know I want to be a writer?” she asked.

“I believe you mentioned that.”

She seemed content with letting that sit for the time being.

Then at dinner, she said, “I know you’ve done a lot already today, but do you have a notebook and a pen? Or just loose paper. I want to write some notes. And maybe I can go to the library sometime and type them out. I tried typing with my thumbs on my phone… not the same, right?

She asked for paper, a pen, and a library card.. I think I can do better.

Oh, she can have those, too, but I still have the working MacBook that I replaced last summer with a newer one. It’s a start.

May you be so blessed that you have extra, and may you be so wise that you find places it can be used.

Good night.

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