Dear Diary,
Today has been an awkward day. I said to Mum
that August was coming over so we could help each other with homework. I also told
her not to make any freaked-out faces towards August or it would hurt his
feelings. So when August came we worked on our projects for a bit, then we
began to get bored so we decided to hang out in the living room.
“Is that your dad?” he asked me curiously, as he picked up a photograph
from the mantelpiece. I wish he had never asked me this. “Yeah,” I said.
“Is he here?” he asked me.
“No,” I said quietly, “he passed away many years ago.”
“That sucks,” said August.
“Yeah it does,” I replied. “Hey do you know where people go when they
die?”
“Yes they go to heaven,” said August.
“Well," I said, "they
also get to be born again and look different.”
“I like the sound of that. I will
get to be all big and buff and I won’t get stuck with this stupid face,” said
August. He pointed to his face when he said this.
I wouldn’t say this to him, but I want to know what’s wrong with August’s
face. It’s not right, I always think to myself. Was he in a fire or was he in a
car crash or is it something else that’s even worse?!
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