Dear Diary,
I'm not feeling very good today. Papa said I have to stay in bed until I'm better. I woke up thins morning feeling terrible. Alfred was already up and had woken daddy and papa up really early. He jumped on the bed until one of them came to see me. Papa came in lead by Alfred. He took one look at me and got really worried. He rested his hand against my forehead. He said I was burning up. Papa left and went downstairs. Alfred sat next to me, telling me I looked all pale. I tried to speak, but my throat hurt so much. Papa quickly came back with some porridge and asked me to sit up. I sat up slowly, I felt so dizzy. Leaning back in my bed, I leant against the wall. Papa sat down next to me and slowly fed me the porridge. I opened my mouth slowly to take in the food. It tasted really weird as my nose was all bunged up. I swallowed it down and papa seemed happier. Daddy came in after that with some orange juice. He sat on the other side of me. Asking if I was alright. I shook my head sadly. He smiled and gave me a hug. Though Daddy realised Alfred had gone and went to keep an eye on him. Papa kissed my head as I finished the porridge. He told me to get some rest. I nodded and curled up in my covers. I felt so ill, it was hard to breath with my nose blocked. I closed my eyes as Papa sung a softy lullaby. I relaxed and fell asleep.
I woke up a little later as someone was shaking me softly. I opened my eyes to find it was dark outside. I blinked a few times looking at the stars. Alfred called my name and I looked to him. He sat on my bed with a tray of pancakes, covered in maple syrup. Daddy stood behind him to check I was okay. I smiled and nodded to them. Daddy sitting down to feed me this time. He cut up the pancakes and fed them to me. I ate them slowly, though we had to stop at one point. I had a really bad cough and it made me throat hurt more. Daddy patted my back until I stopped. I felt really ill. I quickly found I was being hugged by my brother. He said I wasn't allowed to die. He needed to have someone to play with. And someone to help wind up Daddy. Daddy looked a little annoyed, but he was okay. I managed you laughed quietly. I told him I wasn't going to die. I yawned a little. Daddy asked Alfred to go and check on Papa. He nodded and went off as I finished my pancakes. He kissed my head and let me go back to sleep. I was so tired.
Dear Diary,
Matthew was really ill today, he was sleeping for whole days. Daddy and Papa are getting worried. I woke up to see if he was alright, but he was still quiet and ill. I helped Papa make Matthew's breakfast and followed him upstairs. Daddy was taking his temperature. He looked really sad. He said he was getting worse. As Papa sat down next to him Daddy tried to take me out of the room. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay with Matthew. I pulled against him, but Daddy made me leave the room. I started to cry wondering why Matthew was so ill. Daddy crouched down to dry my tears. He said they were going to get the doctor soon. He took my hand and I followed him downstairs. He told me I needed to be strong. I needed to be brave for Matthew.
The doctor came a while later and went up to see Matthew. I waited outside the door, ear pressed again it. Daddy wanted me to wait outside. So I waited and listened. There was a lot of whispering. The doctor said something and I could hear Papa crying. I opened the door, running round to the bed. Matthew was awake. I ran and jumped onto the bed, hugging him. I started crying, telling him to get better. The doctor rested a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and he said Matthew was going to be fine. I hugged Matthew. That was why Papa was crying, he was happy. Matthew was going to get better. He had been through the worst and would be better soon. Daddy said then when Matthew got better, we could have a party. I was really happy and excited. I loved parties! But I wanted Matthew to get better more. I spent the rest of the day with my brother. Reading him comics and playing with him. Papa and Daddy came up after a few hours and tucked Matthew into bed. Daddy carried me downstairs letting Matthew sleep. It wasn't long though until he tucked me in bed. Dreaming of what I can do tomorrow.