Evacuation

Replacement

Friday

Hello again.

I'm on the train now and I'm so nervous, my mum still lives in the same house and I am guessing nothing much has changed. Same long working hour. I am reading 'Pride and Prejudice' because there's nothing much else to do. Olivia and Florence are here too, but none of us feel like chatting.

I had an emotional morning and so had they, there was an air of expectation.

I'll write more later.

Oh my goodness, that was awful... I'll have to explain now. I wish it was all a nightmare!

So, when I got back to Belfast, mother was waiting. Now I realised why there had been a lack of letters. She really didn't care about me, I worked this out immediately when I saw my mother.

She was pushing a pram and looked heavily pregnant! She had obviously been busy when I was away.

I stared for a few seconds, and didn't utter a word. She awkwardly avoided my gaze, looking imbarassed. We were silent on the way home and when I got into our house. A man was sitting at the kitchen table smoking and looking at home, 'This is Rosie, Raymond', my mother said awkwardly. He nodded uninterestedly (is that a word) and I noticed how cold and not cosy the hose was. It was just cramped. My mum obviosly had forgotten about me! 'This is Raymond junior', my mum added. I nodded and ran upstairs with tears welling up in my eyes.

She had replayed me, I got even more proof when I entered  my room and found out it was not my room anymore. It was 'Raymond junior's', 'Raymond junior', she even named the baby after 'Him'!

I quickly wrote down a letter to June on a page of my diary and ripped it out but changed my mind and ran down to the road to the nearest phone box and put in a couple of spare coins in my pocket, shoved them in and hurriedly dialed the villiage hall's phone number, because I knew that June would be there, at the sewing club which people also brought there kids to and they played together.

They always go on a Friday, and I used to join in with the sewing or look after the kids.

The phone started making the ringing tone - beep-beep beep-beep - someone answered and I recognised the voice 'Hello Mary, it's Rosie' I said.

She reaponded, 'Hello, are you home now? How are you?'

I said that I was and she said that she wasn't there tonight, I thanked her and hung up.

Did no-one want me?