The school year is just going so slowly. Every day is a repetition of the precedent one, boring, boring. Mom and Dad are still looking for a house, they say they’ve maybe found one. That is super super big happiness.
Mike hasn’t answered. Chris irritates me.
March. Today is Adam’s birthday, he’s turning 9. He made lots of friends, compared to me, and the garden is overwhelmed by CE2s. Screams, laughs, all these kids make me smile. I helped Mom doing a football cake, and I do admit that I’m quite proud of the result.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you Adam, happy birthday to youuuuu!”
“Come on, blow out all these candles!”
The children, impatient to eat the cake and to go back play on the trampoline all come near me, asking, shouting to have a slice of the football field. This day just does a bit drive my sad thoughts away.
Adam seems so happy here, on this island. Mom and Dad too. I could have been like them, feeling delighted to be on such a beautiful island. But something stops me, makes me remember what happened, this horrible separation, this torn breakup. In other circumstances yeah, but not in these. Love is too powerful.