Soon it is my mother's birthday. I am sure she celebrates it. It is the reason why she hates me. I spoiled her birthday with my birth. My father gave her a stupid umbrella. An umbrella is not a real present and she never uses it. She does not walk but drives a car. A wet umbrella will make the hallway dirty and it's too big to put in the car. If it rains there's always a strong wind. The umbrella will get broke or fly away. Mary Poppins flies with an umbrella but my mother doesn't look like her neither does the housekeeper. My mother doesn't like children and the housekeeper doesn't either. I have no idea what she is doing. There's nothing in our house she keeps. I hope my dad buys my mother a good present. Something she likes. If not she will be angry and throw it through the room and break it. She made a long list of all the things she wants.
We read in our own level at school in the afternoon. I am good at reading and happy if I can read. I do not like to sit for an hour and wait till someone spelled out a word. Most children do not like to read. I do and have my own books. Sometimes I buy one of the money I saved. Books are expensive and there's no library. I do not care because I like to have my own books. I can not buy each book I like but a book is a book so I buy the one I can pay. That's how I bought the book about the two talking cats.
Thursday
September 3, 2020
A kid's diary
The sailormen
A crinkle
Grandpa
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That mother is not a grateful person with any gifts.
I don't know that talking cat story! The only talking cat I know is puss in boots