Wednesday, 1 December

In the morning, I sat by myself thinking about my mother and I was crying non-stop. The old sayings went that a tree wanted to be quiet, but the wind would not stop, and a son wanted to look after his parents, but his parents have gone. This is one of the saddest things in life. When I was very tired I fell asleep on the table and I dreamt I saw my maternal grandmother. She was kind and honest, and although she had hardships in her youth, she lived to the ripe old age of 96. This was really the reward of the Gods and from now on I must do my best to do everything I can so as not to tarnish my ancestors.