I didn't see the new girl as I woke up. I had to do what I always do before I go to school. Making the beds, iron the sheets, wiping dust with a wet cloth, and lifting all small furniture on the bed. After that, I set the table and polished all shoes. My mother came for breakfast but my dad and the girl did not. My dad only joins us on Saturday and Sunday morning. I don't know where he is. Somewhere in the city. Perhaps he travels with his scooter to the train station? There is no bus stop in the new part where I live. People walk, go by bike and have a car.
Early in the evening, my dad visited the neighbors and I could come along with him. The neighbor plays in a bad. He's a drummer. I hope my mother did not send my dad to complain about it. I love the drums. The neighbor is kind and he has trains. Märklin is written on each one of them them. The whole ceiling is filled with tables. It is in the room where my parents sleep. You can only walk around it with your back against the wall. The neighbor builds a train station and villages, there are trees and little lamps everywhere. He shows how to make the trains drive and it is so great. Later if I am a grown-up I will buy trains too and build myself a station just like the neighbor did.
Monday
September 28, 2020
A kid's diary
Home
They don't know
Party time
One cookie
Best one