Grandpa has two big barns behind his house. In one I am not allowed and in the other are the animals. They are barn animals. They are in cages and once I was allowed to feed them but it didn't go well.

Dad... He's in the room next to my bedroom and I haven't seen much of him today. Now I know what he does there. I also know what the old man with the heavy voice is doing with him. That old man is a professor.

Dad left me and he left. There was no time to say goodbye. He said he would take me to my grandmother's house and we would go by train. I like granny more than grandmother but it's better than staying

Sometimes I babysit. I look after the neighbour's baby. The neighbours are old but have a little boy. His name is Edwin. They are happy with him but every now and then they go away. I don't know why my

I'm tired of the yelling, my mother's yelling, cursing, scolding, the fights. I want her to be quiet or better go away. It's hard to live with her and I don't think I can handle it any longer. No one will

If granny walks she looks as if she's in pain. She walks with a bent back and it looks as if she's always in a hurry. Granny rarely talks with people outside on the street. Perhaps she know no one or people

Spartan, that's how dad calls something that is difficult. Sitting in the cold is Spartan, eating dirty food with mould is Spartan and so is sleeping on the floor. I don't think Dad is a Spartan or ever

Saint Nicholas didn't visit us but there was a bag full of presents. I had hot chocolate and as the front doorbell rang and dad opened the door pepernoten and candies were thrown inside. I think that was

If you keep a diary you have to write every day. Is a diary still a diary if I write once a week or a month? Sailor, captains write daily. I wonder if it is to kill time or more like the black box of an

I try to act normal want to be normal but I don't know what normal is. Isn't normal the place where I live? Aren't my parents normal? If what I am surrounded with is my normal why doesn't she likes me?

Is Thor the god of the thunder and a rainmaker? At school, the teacher didn't tell who makes the rain, sends the dark clouds. I think Eeyore can make rain. At times there's a cloud above his head. It follows

The truth... Your truth will never be mine because we are raised in a different world and our eyes are coloured if not blind for each other's needs. "I tell you once you get older." I wonder

A part of "A kid's diary" The nurse told me I could go home and later the doctor said the same. No one told me how to get home. It was dad who picked me up and drove me to grandmother's home.

Her voice... Each time she speaks it sounds as if I hear a barking dog. It makes me nervous. I never heard a lady talk like she does or saw one being dressed like her. I don't know what to say to her.

What hurts more? Being beaten with a whip, iron stool, a leather dog leash, a dog's chain with a carabiner or the old fashioned leather belt with the buckle he pulls of his trousers as soon as my mother

The Persian rugs... those rugs in our living room have thrums. Each fringe has to lay straight. No one is allowed to step on them. My mother keeps a close eye on where people put their feet. We are not

Our house is full and my mother says it's always dirty. We clean the whole day on. Three times a day. If the housekeeper goes home I have to do everything over again. My mother always sees the heaps of

"Same old story same old song..." That's what my life looks like. It doesn't matter how I feel if I'm tired or sick. I have to get out of bed early and work. Today it's Sunday. Sunday means breakfast

My mother paints the walls. Just those in the hallways. We have wallpaper in the living. It feels soft like cloth. The other rooms have wallpaper too. For some reason, she's painting the walls of the hallways

Did I write my fish is gone? My mother took it because it's too big. She didn't tell me what she did with it. Perhaps she gave it away or threw it into the canal. It's cold outside, it will not like it