With Papá away and Mama in hospital, I can’t stay home alone anymore. That kinda sucks!
So I’m staying at the house of a friend.
A neighbour, Señora Jimenez, is looking after our house – she’s the one with lots of crazy barking dogs.
I visit Mama in hospital but she doesn’t recognise me at the moment. The doctors are giving her lots of medicine. I get sad just looking at her because I can see she’s in pain. I wish they could make her better.
Papá does too. He’s called every night so far, to see how I am. We don’t speak for very long. What’s to say? Mama’s no better, Papá says nothing about his top-secret project, and I-
I wish Abuelita was still here. Mama might not have fallen if Abuelita had been at home. She wouldn’t have been lying there for so long, anyway. I wouldn’t have to stay with my friend.
I would at least have my home.
