Weekend

Michael won't come back.

He helped dad with the garden, cleaning up the shed and washing the car, not the outside but inside. My mother likes a clean car. Customers can not sit in a dirty one and it would make her fancy clothes dirty too.
I think Michael has a vacation and perhaps he goes on a long holiday. I go to Belgium but I am not sure if I like it. Francoise is not really my friend but she asked me.
In the afternoon I was outside for a while but it's quiet. There aren't many children playing. I had a look at the schoolyard. Sometimes children go to the square. Arthur, Louis's brother did. We built a hut in the bushes and looked at the piles the men made to build new houses on. There wasn't much more to do.

I like walking bare feet and that's what I do if I don't visit the school. The tiles of the schoolyard feel nice warm and that is what I like most.
My mother didn't go to the shop with tropical fishes. She was in the garden taking a sunbath. I wonder why she is doing that. Her skin looks awful. It's red all over, she will never get brown. If all her skin comes off I have to help her peel it off. I don't like to do that. It's dirty.
The man of the SRV passed by. He sells groceries in his bus and candies. Sometimes I buy licorice in the shape of a fish. One costs 1 cent. I like the taste.

July 18, 2020

It's the last time I visited Sunday school.

The summer holidays will start soon. The teacher told a story, we sang some songs and I could choose a picture to color. I colored but I don't like it. All pencils are always broke and the paper is bad. The only thing I like is the electric pencil sharpener. You stick the pencil into the sharpener and it makes a sound and eats the pencil.

At home, there wasn't much to do. Sunday is the day of rest. My parents do not want me to talk to them. I am not allowed to play with other children. Today my dad didn't dictate words from the newspaper. I wonder if that doesn't work just like waking up at 6 am and cleaning the house. I spent the afternoon in my room, sat on my bed and watched the other children play. I heard their voices too.

Bart played the recorder. He practices every day. I think he is good at it. The school has its own orchestra. I still don't understand how to read those musical notes. I can play a few songs but only because I know the melody not because I can read those weird signs.


July 19, 2020



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