I told you... My mothers wishing list is not a wishing list but an order list. Dad says we better buy it all and something extra to surprise her. I don't think my mother likes surprises. She likes what she ordered and I think she can better buy it herself. My dad said we go shopping on Saturday but I don't want to. All things my mother wants are in the same shops. Boring shops and she already has thousands of Royal Albert cups and saucers and we do not use them. They are all in the cabinet.
She likes porcelain figurines too. They are ugly and our house if full. There's no room for all these things and she never plays with it anyway. My father never says she's the queen but I think she is. He has to do what she says. If she is angry and scolds and yells at him he just stands there and waits. If she tells him to hit me he does. I don't think he is a kind dad. He always uses his house slippers and doesn't care how I feel. He never asks how I feel, if it's true what she says. He hits me and if his slippers are old she buys him new ones for his birthday or St. Nicholas gives them to him.
Friday
September 4, 2020
A kid's diary
Stupid gift
The sailormen
A crinkle
Didn't you inherit a few cups of all that china from your mother? Or were they really so ugly that you didn't even want to remember them?
So it was like my dad, that when my mom told him: "hit him," he hit. But it was just that, the rest hit everyone.