A crinkle

I think if there is anything I can write about. I don't think so. It was getting out of bed at 5:30 a.m. again and polishing shoes, making my bed, and cleaning my room. I was nearly too late at school. It wasn't my fault my mother kept complaining and avoiding. She says I am no good, a monster and there is something wrong in my head. She says I have a crinklee in my head. A twirl? She keeps repeating it, always the same sentence. Perhaps a crinkle is a worm, a worm hearing your brain? I wonder if it is true and if so who gave it to me. People can have worms just like animals. Some worms are as long as people are tall. If you have such a worm it eats you. I listened to my head but I do not believe there is something inside. Nothing eats my brain.

Monday
August 31, 2020


My grandmother wrote me a letter. She is back home and says she feels better. I wonder if she is home alone. She has a son and he is my uncle. I do not say uncle because he doesn't look like an uncle. He is a boy and goes to school but I don't know which school. His father can not take care of him because he is dead. I can only see him at the photo at my granny's place. She only has two photos on her side table. One is my grandfather the other one is my great grandfather. They look the same. I don't know why but they do. I think my granny knows who is who but I can not.

She writes she will visit my grandfather in the hospital. She can go there by herself because she can drive a car. She always drives fast. I don't feel sick in her car because she doesn't tie me up but I don't feel great if she speeds around the corner. I didn't tell her just like I don't tell her I do not like the English candies she buys me. It is because my uncle wants me to accept them so he can eat them all.

Tuesday
September 1, 2020




A kid's diary

Grandpa


The first week


Shuffling

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