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There was a saying in Spanish I learned from my nanny when I was five years old and it went like this: "Aquantate tantito y la fruta caera en tu mano" or "Wait a little and the fruit will pall into your own hand". My nanny, Esperanza, had been like a second mother to me when I was younger. She tried her best to talk to me in Spanish in hopes that I could know another language. Unfortunately, I no longer remember any Spanish, except for that one saying. Right now, it's not just a saying it's a my way of life. Especially today, although I was not sure I was using it correctly. In other words, I was waiting for my father to come to me; to want to speak to me. Both of my parents knew I was no longer talking to them and they made an extra effort to stay away from me, which is not exactly part of my plan.

I heard pots and pans tinkering in the kitchen. It was the sound I had missed most when my father was gone. Every morning during past summers my father never failed to fix breakfast for my mother and I. As much as I would not like to admit it, my father was a wonderful cook. I can always remember when he would make the pancakes I exotic shapes and different refreshing juices everyday. I was about to venture downstairs to an enjoyable breakfast when I snapped back to reality and remembered that I was mad at my family.

I tried to fall back asleep but I abandoned that idea. It was no use, there was too much on my mind. I needed something to clear my thoughts. I decided to owl one of my best friends, Skylar. He had been my best friend since the 2nd year. Evil Professor Snape had put us into detention when I had "accidentally" poured a simple hair-removal on Sky and he just "happened" to throw some back. It all turned out for the best though. We now were like brother and sister.

Dear Sky,

Well, something worth writing about to you
has finally happened. My father has finally come home! However I'm not
as excited as you should think. I believe he has missed too much over
the past year. 3rd year was tough and exciting, wasn't it? Both of us
making the Gryffinndor quidditch team, I, making seeker, and you,
making chaser. I also could not forget dramatic. With Prof. Lundgren
always acting suspicious, you would think that SHE was up to
something. Well, enough about last school year, we've already
discussed this anyway.

My father isn't even trying to speak to me, which is really upsetting
me! I have a right to ignore him, don't I? It's his job to come to
talk to me. I guess you couldn't blame him, he's so out of practice of
being a parent.

Our fourth year starts again tomorrow, yet I can't help but feel like
I'm not ready. I shall see you tomorrow!! And if you get this letter
in time, please do try to write back! I am awfully lonely, seeing as
I'm not talking to my parents.
Lots of Love,

*Abby*

I took Ollie out of her cage and attached the letter to her leg. "Now, be quick Ollie, I dreadfully need some correspondence!" I watched her until she was just a speck in the sky and returned to my desk. As I was thinking of something else to do I heard a knock on my door.