Sunday, is it a sunny day? I can not tell. My face hurts and my eyes are infected. The corners of my mouth are torn and I cannot speak or eat. My parents don't care. I still had to get out of bed, clean the house, and make breakfast. I tried to open my eyes and lost many eyelashes. They fell off just like that. I didn't want to eat but they forced me. They always force me even if I end up at the doctor's office or in the hospital. Not that it makes any difference. They don't change and the doctors don't care and never ask me what happened or perhaps they are used to children like me. Children with crinkle's in their heads, unwanted children with mothers who are always making up things especially those mothers who are famous. The doctor never says to me "hey, are you there again? How are you doing?" He doesn't talk to me just ask my mother how or what and tells her to come back in a week or so. It's an easy job being a doctor. You only tell people to come back in one week and if things are not better at that time they stay in the hospital. I hear all doctors say that and not only to me.
I didn't go to Sunday school. It's the only thing I can't do if I am hit by my mother. I cannot visit school, any school. I can not because I am sick but I can get out of bed, clean the house. I am not too sick to do such things.
In the afternoon I stayed in my room. I only came out to eat dinner. My mother cooked and because I ate too slow they left me alone at the table. I had to finish it all. I can't but I still have too. They let me sit here till I ate it all. I watch the fishes in the aquarium. Their mouths go open and close again. Why are they doing that? Are they hungry or gasping for breath? I watch them from a distance and I watch my plate. The dogs are outside so I cannot give it to them. I need to walk out of the living through the hall and kitchen.
My plate is still not empty. My dad asks if I am finished. I am but I can't say it because they want me to eat it.
My grandmother is the same. She makes me eat it and if it takes too long she takes it away and the next meal she gives it to me. Cold and spoiled doesn't matter to her as long as I eat it because according to her I am spoiled.
Sunday
September 20, 2020
I wish I could write but I can not. Today I feel really sick and not because the blue spots turned green and black. I have a fever and stay in bed. I no longer care what happens to me. I thought about a place to hide my diary but I feel too sick to get out of bed. For sure my mother will hear me, I'll try it later if she leaves. We still have no new housekeeper.
Monday
September 21, 2020
A kid's diary
Torture
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Angry mom
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Gymnastic rings
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