Let tomorrow come

Chapter 22.

Well, my first anniversary is behind me. I'm just kidding, I'm not that old, almost my whole life is ahead of me. The holiday was noisy and fun, as always. Dad bought me a bookcase, and the first books began to appear there. Dad went to Egypt, this time, and promised to bring me photos from the next excavation. I look forward to it. I never saw what he does at work.

But my mother did not go with him. Dr. Wilson talked to my dad and she will be undergoing rehabilitation for the next six months. We still don't know what happened to her, and maybe we never will. She has lost some fragments of her memory. Because of this, she behaves strangely. She is trying to gradually establish contacts with us, but so far she has not been very successful because she is losing her thoughts. The doctors said that she might not return home, it was more of an accident. Dad believes that everything will work out. I hope so. However, I always go out with her whenever I have free time. Sometimes John goes with her. The day before yesterday he poured water on me so that I would wake up. And in retaliation in the evening I pinched his side, he squealed so funny. I think he's a bit of a sissy. By the way, until the age of thirteen, the grandmother chose what he would wear, how he would cut his hair, where to go, and what to do. And although she allowed him almost everything, he looked at other boys his age and rebelled. He doesn't wear any old-fashioned ruffles anymore. We don't live in the nineteenth century. However, he still has wavy hair, which his grandmother never allows him to cut short. But he looks like the average teenager. This is already good.

Grandma lately prefers to stay in her room and tells a little less who should do what. Sometimes she goes to Grandma Greta's and they watch old films. She also started following a diet. I concluded from all this that perhaps she has some health problems. But I'm not sure yet.

As for me, I still draw. Recently, my teacher and I went out into nature and painted a picturesque landscape with hills. She sent my work to some competition. We will wait for the results. Alice and I started learning German. It's just the first lessons, but I feel it will be easier for me than French. Each language has different pronunciation, you have to get used to it. I'm not very good at math, unlike my brother, but everything else seems to be normal. Soon there will be rain and slush. I love winter so much. We still have two more months to wait for snow. I'm already dreaming about how dad will come and mom will return from the center for the New Year holidays. And the Wilsons and I will go to the skating rink.

Ann recently went shopping and met some nice man. Sometimes they go out together. I think they are on dates. She talks so animatedly after these meetings. It seems to me that she loves him, although I haven't seen them together yet. It's good that at least someone in this house is happy.

After the New Year, Marie and Claude will go to their parents in France for a month, and we will have to temporarily invite a gardener and a maid. I'll try to get along with them.

I'm already used to the fact that we are all together and inseparable. It's like we're one big family. Yes, we have quarrels sometimes, but we love each other, and I feel much more comfortable in this whole environment. The only one I can't understand is my grandmother, who treats me undeservedly badly. But I hope that I will get to the truth, and she will tell me the reason herself.