[old, yellowed diarypage, obviously written by a young person who has just learned to write. There is inkblobs here and there.]
My first meeting with Death
Today was interesting day. First time father let me to meet Death. I have asked so many times, but he has tried to tell me it doesn't exist. But I always knew better... Those days when all big ones are so quiet and they carries an big clothroll from the treatment room... They says I'm not big enough. But I know more than they thinks... When they sleeps I read secretly. If they just knew !
And today it was grandma's turn. She had been odd for longer time already. Had tried to hide it from me but I knew something was not normally. She acted in such an unusually friendly manner. Gave me sweets a lot more often (yum!). And told me how sweet and smart I am (I of course said I know that!). She even said I would get a man and children someday (yuk!).
I thought Death looked like a skeleton. But it was completely invisible! I talked to him anyway. I think he answered, but just had very little voice... Maybe you can see only when it's your time to go?
I asked grandma if man can be healed so they doesn't ever die. She said that Death comes to all. Except eldar.
I asked if I could become an eldar. They aren't really different, are they ? Just ears ? I could shape them.
But grandma laughed! And she said Death is a gift...
So... does it look like a giftbox?
And I thought it was skeleton!
[there is also a piece of grey hair glued to the page and young persons simple flower-drawings]
