Dear Diary,
Our lunch had too much salt in it today, and my chocolate-shake tasted more like sweetened water than a beverage. I was told to water the plants outside, but so busy was I in completing my homework, that I forgot about them. Dad says that the land now looks dry and parched because of the hot weather. My little sister cried on her way to school because I could not braid her hair 'perfectly' like every other day. (It was not my fault, I have no experience in hair-braiding.) The front veranda is strewn with fallen leaves from last night's storm, and there is a layer of dust over all the plastic toys in the glass closet.
Mommy left last night for her Uma Aunty's daughter's wedding. I am sure things will be back to normal when she returns.
Yours truly
Pumpkin.
(I miss Mommy even though it has only been a few hours since she's gone. I hope referring to myself by the name that only she uses would make me feel a bit better.)