August 21stI wake up early on Sunday morning and stick to my decision from last night. I only listen to cheerful songs on my phone. I quickly complete my morning walk and exercises, have a bath and in the kitchen, I make Dad`s favourite bacon-onion scrambled eggs for the family, I`m good at this, or I used to be. I used to this years ago. Dad comes downstairs first, and when he smells the food he grins and goes back upstairs to tell the others. Andrew also comes downstairs with a big smile. He tells me that if my cooking is good, then he will get me with someone by next week, and after Saturday I will be someone`s fiancee, I will be moved out by Sunday and then I will have started a family and a year later he will be the happiest uncle.
I plan the rest of my day during breakfast. I need
