January the 7th


I stink. I know this is not really beautiful , but it is the truth.


Mom has been caring for me. I saw her yesterday, just after writing. She was singing my lullaby, and I thought I was about to meet her in Heaven, but she was actually healing me. I know.

Oh, maybe you are thinking it was fever; but have not you ever been healed by your mom? Then, I'm sorry for you. She was there, I know.

She is so beautiful, even as a ghost. Hovering on the ground, her hair waved by the air, I was entranced by her smile. She caressed me, warmly, tenderly; making me feel like a little baby again, but a loved one.

I am still sick, but I am getting better. Today I will be able to drag me to the bathroom. It will be a cold bath, you know, I'm out of fuel, electricity and you name it, but...

I stink!, I really stink. I stink so much, mom skunk would adopt me. So I am taking a bath. I still hope to be here tomorrow, but will probably write just a line or two as I don't expect anything important to happen.

Thanks for being there, my friends.

oops, I forgot, I am writing in red, because my other pen died. Don't worry, I shall get another one from the mall, anytime soon.

Thanks for being there, my friends.