today, then it's not nice to wait.


It's coming today, I thought.

"you have to think positively," mama always says. This means that you firmly believe that everything will somehow work out.


When I was little and very scared, I sometimes asked mama to "talk" me into it. Yes, that's what I called it. Most of all, she should persuade me that I am not bad. Puking up was the worst part for me (yes, I don't like it very much today either). As soon as I got a strange feeling in my stomach, I went to her and asked her to talk me into it. She always succeeded.


"You're not going to break," she said. "Your stomach is so nice and soft, but maybe you have eaten too much candy. That won't do your stomach. But you won't break because of it. Never in your life! My word of honor, you won't break".


That means: "persuade". Now she calls it thinking positive, which means: Just calm down! Everything will be fine. It will work out.


I thought so positively now when I was sitting at the kitchen table.The weather was fine, the sun was shining and the roofs were dripping.




We live in Satancity on the outskirts. they run uphill, house to house. But it's not the kind of houses that dad paints. He paints houses that he remembers from his childhood in Bromma, he says.


But even when the weather was fine, I had no peace and quiet to go outside before the mail arrived. So I didn't get much from the sun or cross-country skiing, but at least in the afternoon I sat over my horse folder.


It is a material folder about horses: about horse breeds, diseases, body parts and other things that are good to know.


A letter didn't arrive until Friday. and what a! So this was what I'd been waiting for a week:




So that's it for today I have to go to school if you liked it and I should continue to write then write me Kommis :-P