Mickey and Anel came by and took me with them fishing today. Anel showed me how to put bait on the hook, but the worms were super slimy, so he baited my hook each time. Mickey took one and put it on his face and acted like it was a fancy mustache, stroking the head and tail to curl the ends. It was so gross!! Anel tried to give me one and asked if I thought a beard would suit me. I ended up pushing him off the boat when he stood up to put a worm on my head. Daddy yelled at me for pushing Anel and distracting them during their trip, Anel totally had it coming, he started it!! I always get in trouble for stupid stuff like that. Mommy wasn't that mad and told me to help her with patching some of our clothes so I could work on my sewing and stop causing trouble for others. Mickey stayed to talk to Daddy for a little while, I couldn't tell what they were saying exactly but something about a storm and that he wanted Daddy to go with him on a trip tomorrow. Anel sat with Mommy and me while we worked, turning two fish on spicks over the fire pit we had just outside the house. They both left after we finished cooking dinner and they promised to take me with them again sometime soon, but they better not try any funny business again!
I hate when it thunderstorms like this. They are always too loud, and the village sounds like it's in pain. The wind tears through the windows in the steel walls, shrieking through the grouping of houses. The rusted flaps shake and bang again each other with each gust. The ceilings weep as the rain pelted down carrying roof shingles with it before finally seeping through into the house. The runoff from the rooftops created sheets of cold water that distorted the blurs that I could see through the stark grey mask of the storm. We spent all day huddled in a corner of the house, as far as we could from the windows and the openings on the roof. It did nothing to keep us dry though as anytime the wind picked up there would be a burst of rain that blew right through the windows and soaked everything in water. Mommy tried to keep me calm with each rumble of thunder, whispering stories, and nursery rhymes trying to get me to fall asleep. Nothing worked though because the cries of our home as it was wrapped by destruction were the only thing I could truly hear.
Things were a bit quieter today. There was a steady trickle as rainwater still flowed from rooftops and leaves. Mother and Father said that we couldn't go outside yet though because of the flooding. I only remember one other storm like this, and they didn't let me go outside then either, but we finally got to move around the house. I'm worried about our garden, Mommy and I took turns taking care of the little plot but if there was flooding, the entire thing is probably destroyed by now. We had some pieces of bread for dinner since we couldn't go out and use the fire like we usually would but the bread was cold and a bit stale, still moist from the rain. Hopefully, the storm would sweep some conches ashore and they might still be alive. Mommy makes the best lambi, but Daddy usually uses rods instead of nets when he went out on the boat. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
Anel came by today with some tins of water and played jump rope with me and Mommy for a little while until the mud puddles made my pants so dirty that she said it was time for me to get washed up and for Anel to go home. I asked if he would take me with him the next time he goes to the beach but he just patted my head and said that he wouldn't be able to take me for a while because he had to help the van driver repair his house and the van. I don't understand why he would help that old grouch, but Daddy says that I should be thankful we have someone that drives into the city so often because he brought medicine, seeds, and tools that we all used. It all sounded really boring to me and he never brought any new toys or treats for the kids, it was always one of the grown-up boys that brought back little gifts for us. Maybe once the roadways were cleared, Anel would bring us some of the fancy sweet fruits he brought back from the city sometimes.
Today I woke up before Mommy because my tummy hurt really bad. It felt like I was going to throw up the dinner I had last night and before I knew it, I did. Mommy was really upset with me for getting my bed dirty, but she still got me a container of water to make me feel better. Since the sun hadn't come up yet, she pulled me to her and Daddy's bed and told me to get some more sleep while she cleaned my bed outside. I couldn't sleep though, my arms and legs hurt too bad. Every time I bent them, it felt even worse, like I had just fallen over and scraped my elbow or knee on the ground. I felt so sick all day that when Mickey came to talk to my parents and offered me a banana that he had gotten from the mean old man that goes to the city, I couldn't even swallow it. Daddy yelled at me for being unappreciative of "Mickenson's" gift. I didn't mean to, but he sent me to bed right after. I hope I feel better tomorrow.
My arms and legs hurt even worse today. I couldn't get up and Daddy told me that I didn't have to take care of my garden because I was hurt. Mommy spent most of the day sitting next to me trying to cool me off. It felt so much hotter today than any summer I remember. Remembering things was getting really hard too, my head hurts whenever I do anything now. I tried to get up to go to the bathroom after Mommy stepped away to fetch fresh water and just couldn't hold it anymore. I fell as soon as I stood up and there is now a big purple, yellow and red mark on my legs and hands. It hurt so bad that I felt myself doze off on the ground feeling a far away throbbing and the familiar feeling of something wet soaking the hand that my head was nestled in. Daddy came back into the house and sat me up, trying to talk but I couldn't hear him, and it hurt to keep my eyes open, so I let myself fall back asleep. I was so tired that I didn't wake up for a few hours, I knew because the sun was now setting, and Mommy and Daddy were both next to my bed whispering to each other while holding my hand. I still couldn't hear what they were saying but they smiled so big when I turned to look up at them that I don't think it matters.
Daddy carried me to this big tent that some people who arrived in vans had set up a few days ago. It smells weird in here. Something stale and unfamiliar that covers up the familiar smells of my home and village that don't break through the tent. They let me take my diary with me but had me change into unfamiliar and unnaturally stiff clothes. With the new outfit and new bedding, they took the warm comforting smell of the cloth Mommy would spend her evenings stitching and washing for me every time I got them dirty or my clumsiness would tear open a garment. I don't like this new place; we aren't allowed to go around to the others in the tent because I might get more sick and no one comes to visit except the doctors. Sometimes the doctors come by with small games or cards for me to play with, but they don't stay for very long. They keep their face behind these blue and white masks with their hair covered by pieces of cloth. I miss Mommy and Daddy more than anything, their smiles and hugs. I hope I can leave soon.