It is her birthday and I can not pretend me am happy or I like her. It's as it is. She never behaves normal. I had to get out of bed at 6 a.m. to clean the house and make the breakfast and take it to her upstairs. This time my dad did not help me. I made the toast like she ordered with butter and brown sugar, her tea, juice, egg and some bread. I picked some flours to decorate the tray with. She said nothing just sat there with an angry face. We didn't sing for her we never do at home. I guess it is for school and children's parties only. At least she didn't tell and we are in silence. After breakfast we gave her her presents. Everything exactly the way she ordered. My dad bought everything on her list and some extra things. He gave her perfume, soap and creams too. All those things she uses and the only good thing is it keeps her busy for hours a day and night in front of her mirrors. It's good those mirrors can't speak and tell her what she looks like. She asks me frequently and if I do not give the right answer she gets mad. Smashing mirrors into pieces will only bring more misery.
No Sunday school today. I think there is but it's because of her birthday. I have no idea why I need to be there because she doesnt like me anyway. At least my dad it home which means with some luck both do not hit me.
In the afternoon some family visits us. None of them like her but they try to be polite. That must be hard because my mother is never polite. We eat Chinese food at home, no restaurant. It was a good day after all because I was not forced to eat and I didn't need to kiss her. I hate the kissing of uncles and aunts but most of all my mother. She smells terrible and all those creams of L'ancome cannot hide it neither the perfume she uses.
Sunday
September 13, 2020
A kid's diary
Saturday
Not happy
Bully's birthday
Nothing I could say about the diaries, but the more lessons that I could learn from it.