Let tomorrow come

Part 2. WAITING FOR CHANGE. Chapter 11

I raise my face. I pull it out of the sand. The desert is all around me. In theory, I should have suffocated in this position. But nothing happens, I just get up. Sand pours off me, but I don't feel it. I'm walking through this desert under the scorching sun, but I'm not hot. I see an oasis, I come closer, and lo and behold, it doesn't move away from me. This is truly an island paradise. I see in the middle of a small green island either a pond or a stream, it does not go beyond the borders of rampant plants. I could stay here as long as I wanted, in peace and serenity, in the shade of the trees while the sun beat down. I want to wash my face, I lean towards the water and look at my reflection. And suddenly I feel that water is starting to pour into my nose straight from this stream. I wake up terrified.

"Wake up!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Water ran down my face and onto my pillow. This is my mischievous brother John, who has never learned to behave normally, although three years have passed since the very incident when he set me on fire. I get out of bed faster, no one likes sleeping on a wet pillow, and run to wash myself. During this time, a lot happened. But I want to tell you about all this in order. Now I have been keeping a diary for several years. But there are almost no dates. Just events that became important to me, that's enough. I recently turned ten years old. And I'm still the girl I was three years ago. But thanks to Peter, I no longer feel lonely, he is my best friend. Grandma Eugena has a library. I used to not pay attention to books, but now we often spend time there. Sometimes we just sit in silence, each immersed in our own story. By the way, my burn scars have healed and are almost invisible, thanks to Dr. Wilson, he tried so hard. Otherwise my life has changed little.

In addition to Peter and his father, I communicate with Ann. She may be an adult, but that doesn't make her any less close to me. I, of course, love mom and dad, but they hardly began to come more often, they are always busy... Of course, they try to pay more attention to me, especially after what happened. We communicate by letters. It's a little old-fashioned and not very fast. But I am always glad to hear any news from them.

Grandma is still stingy with a kind word, and even after the accident with me (she said so), she loves my tomboy brother. There were also small changes in his life, but this contributed to the deterioration of his character. Well, perhaps this is a transitional age, which is now often talked about in the house. I admit, John annoys me, but sometimes I think he is still capable of reform. Although no, he's not capable, since he was smart enough to pour water on me.

But let's return to the events of three years ago.