i am sad. this afternoon just isn't going my way. i've bumped my leg so that hurts. i bit my tongue. jammma sat with me one the couch giving me some hugs while i cried. poor hardwick. grdad said i could call home so he dialed the phone for me. my mom answered. talk to daddy, please. talk to daddy. i would like to talk to daddy please. is daddy at work? talk to daddy. mom was all- he's in the kitchen making some curry. so i got stuck talking to my mom. i told her how i went to the hospital because i hurt my arm. then i told her i wanted to come home. mom was all- yes of course you can come home grdad and jammma will bring you when they can. humph. i gave the phone to grdad so he could talk and sulked off. sunday is a sad day.