He sent me a flower, now it'll be my bookmark in this here journal. Brightest yellow it is too. He remembered, and he did with the strawberries when I were able to eat something. I can't stay angry, these things don't work that way. Were he right in what he did? NO. Did he realise he were wrong and why? Probably not. Does he understand me? Doubt it. Think that were our problem, not understanding, tried to. Miss him though.
Haven't felt like drawing much, the chalk dust makes me cough, and I've not fancied it either. Folk have been kind though and Flo brought me some pots to paint, Aggie has tried to teach me to knit, but the bloody stitches keep falling off the needle. Bobby is running out of stories to tell me I'm sure, last one were about an old woman who couldn't stop dancing because a witch cursed her feet. I'm sleeping alot though, and dreaming, at least there are less bad dreams now, so it might have been foolish to some I left Elias' care, but it did help one of the problems by coming here.
Mister Bild came by a few days ago, it were nice, though I already want him to be returning from his trip and he hasn't left yet! He wrote to Pa, it were a lovely letter too. I want to meet his brother one day, he speaks a fair bit about him. Said he liked the beer, which made Pa as proud as can be.
Going to wrap up in a bit and spend some time out in the garden, can hear Elias now, that is inadvisable Miss Jackilyn. I don't care, I miss the fresh air and the stars, and I'll keep warm anyway, Ma keeps tucking a blanket around me if she catches me without one. Like a mother hen she is, always fussing, even so, I love her.
