February 4th, 1958

   Dear diary, I’m scared.

   I don’t wanna leave home. My whole life I’ve lived just fine, without changes. But as you know dad got sick and mom has so many problems. She is always so busy with work and it seems like she can’t take care of me anymore.

   It hurts me to think that she gave up so easily. As now she has to take care of dad she says that I would be better if I lived with someone that could watch after me, living in an ambient for a teenager where I don’t have to worry about illnesses and stuff so she is going to send me to live in England with my aunt Linda.

  Linda lives in Liverpool, and I’ve never put a feet out of France so I don’t know what am I gonna do. I remember her from when I was eleven years old that she came to visit us. She was really nice and funny. I think we’ll get on really well together.

  She also has two cats, which I’ve never seen, but she says their names are ‘Salt’ and ‘Pepper’ which is really funny.

   I’ve always loved cats, and wanted to have one, but mom never allowed me because of her allergies.

  Maybe it’s not all that bad about moving but I’ll have to leave my friends here and face a different culture and different people and a new school.

  I’ve always been bad at making friends; I have the same three best friends since preschool, Vera, Chuck and Dave. They are pretty much the only people alive in whom I can trust in.

I hear a voice coming from the kitchen –Michelle! Turn the lights off and go to sleep, it’s late!-

I sigh as I shout back –okay mom! –

  You might hear more from me tomorrow, dear friend. Goodnight