2 January 2004
My bags are still packed. Packed to go, packed to leave the country. After reading these 2 sentences you'll probably know what your mother said.
I woke up this morning, nervous. It was early and I started worrying. Worrying about what was to come. I was afraid, your mom would say no. I decided to have some breakfast, a shower and to dress myself. It was 9.30 am when I was finished and I woke up Jennifer, so she could take me to the airport. 10 am, 10.30 am, 11 am.
I was supposed to meet your mother at the hospital at 12 pm. She had to start working at 1 pm, so we'd have a hour to talk. But I was early and wanted to see you, so I decided to go to your house. I can't tell you in detail what happened after I arrived there. I can't remember all of it. Your mother made clear I shouldn't have come to her place, and I should have come to the hospital. She told me to leave and didn't give me a chance to see you. I wanted to explain, but as soon as I tryed to talk, she told me to shut up and she kept yelling; get out of my house. I left the house and went to the hospital, waiting for her. She arrived a bit before 1, so we had the time to talk.
We had both calmed down and we could talk. I gave her my reasons for wanting to stay in Chicago, and not moving to Holland. I told her about my mom and Greg and about missing you, just like I told you yesterday. She didn't say anything until I finished. After I finished my story, she said she was sorry, but she didn't want me in her house. She had her hands full. She said goodbye and walked away, I gave up and went home.
I didn't even get a chance to see you. That's what's the worst about this, not seeing you for a long time.
I dislike her for doing this, (I dont want to mention the word hate.), she keeps me away from you.
We are leaving tomorrow, very early.
Today reminded me of Dad. I remembered how he always had to leave early, how he always told Jennifer he was sorry, how I loved him. I know I should tell you more about him, but I'm not in the mood, not today.
I'm sorry. I love you.
Goodbye, my sweetest Ella. Goodbye.
Rachel.
My bags are still packed. Packed to go, packed to leave the country. After reading these 2 sentences you'll probably know what your mother said.
I woke up this morning, nervous. It was early and I started worrying. Worrying about what was to come. I was afraid, your mom would say no. I decided to have some breakfast, a shower and to dress myself. It was 9.30 am when I was finished and I woke up Jennifer, so she could take me to the airport. 10 am, 10.30 am, 11 am.
I was supposed to meet your mother at the hospital at 12 pm. She had to start working at 1 pm, so we'd have a hour to talk. But I was early and wanted to see you, so I decided to go to your house. I can't tell you in detail what happened after I arrived there. I can't remember all of it. Your mother made clear I shouldn't have come to her place, and I should have come to the hospital. She told me to leave and didn't give me a chance to see you. I wanted to explain, but as soon as I tryed to talk, she told me to shut up and she kept yelling; get out of my house. I left the house and went to the hospital, waiting for her. She arrived a bit before 1, so we had the time to talk.
We had both calmed down and we could talk. I gave her my reasons for wanting to stay in Chicago, and not moving to Holland. I told her about my mom and Greg and about missing you, just like I told you yesterday. She didn't say anything until I finished. After I finished my story, she said she was sorry, but she didn't want me in her house. She had her hands full. She said goodbye and walked away, I gave up and went home.
I didn't even get a chance to see you. That's what's the worst about this, not seeing you for a long time.
I dislike her for doing this, (I dont want to mention the word hate.), she keeps me away from you.
We are leaving tomorrow, very early.
Today reminded me of Dad. I remembered how he always had to leave early, how he always told Jennifer he was sorry, how I loved him. I know I should tell you more about him, but I'm not in the mood, not today.
I'm sorry. I love you.
Goodbye, my sweetest Ella. Goodbye.
Rachel.