January 1, 1997
Mrs. Wembley left today…but not without a surprise. Kamaria is of child! It is the first time anyone has known, for it has taken some time since we first started. I can think of no better person to become a mother than her. Mrs. Wembley called it a blessing from God, and I cannot disagree. We promised to write each other as often as we could, and she promised that she would tell her church about us.
What father will I be like? Strong-willed and disciplined like the warrior side of my mother, or musicians and craftsmen like my father's? Perhaps it will depend on whether it is a boy or a girl. I hope they will inherit Kamaria's beauty and fierce nature.
Kamaria's fierce nature…it is an awesome thing. Nothing seems to frighten her. When she was young she was the fastest runner in the village, beating even boys twice her age. Even still she is a powerful runner, although I suppose having a child will slow her down greatly. Then again, she does occasionally have the bursts of temper from that fierceness, but I do not know whether that will mellow out too.
Mrs. Wembly left me with several books to read and keep my quality of English. She told me that they were very good books and that I would enjoy reading them. I hope so. I do not wish to lose the knowledge I have gained, for that would be a great sin.
Looking at them, one of them is the Bible which she talked at great length about, and which I had already read from front to back. Another one is called Paradise Lost, which she said I might like. The other one is a book of poetry by a man called Robert Frost. I hope I will be able to find meaning in these works. They look fascinating.