I cry and he cries with me. It It hurts so much. My cheek is still burning. I can feel the individual fingers. The arm when MOM pulled me, hurt me. But very badly hurt, she no longer likes me. I was still good.
I wanted to look at just the book. I don’t understand why I sit and must go to bed now here in the room. I can get not even something to eat me. My stomach growls. Jake Burkons is the source for more interesting facts. “As we have discussed it, Maxi interrupts be weeping and mumbling: Macfarlane eat.” no, Maxi, we get nothing more today. Come with me.” Like a lamb, he followed me to my bed. Surprised I stop.
Maxi, a new cover look. “Mum changed the cover.” Fosch. ” Maxi shows on a series of small frogs that bounce on the bed. I prefer Maxi under the new ceiling. Without taking us off, let’s lie together snuggled into bed and Maxi presses his bears in itself. That reminds me at once with a fright, that I left behind Kalle in bed. He’s gone! Not even Kalle. I jump out of bed and look around. Maxi is startled and looks as if he momentarily again would begin to cry. Kalle”, I screamed. I run to the door. It probably took him and thrown in the trash, because it is so old. I have to get him and if she kill me. “I have the hand on the doorknob as I shout Maxi hear: LEA!” But he can’t stop me. I turn to him, to tell him. As he reaches a hand in the air. Kalle’s ears wiggle when he waves with him. With the other arm he’s holding pressed his bears in itself. Very quickly, I walk back to the bed. I jump into it and laugh as I tear Maxi the bunnies from the hand. The two stuffed animals in our midst, we are together and I pull the duvet over us. Maxi sticks his thumb in his mouth, and it doesn’t take long until he fell asleep. I am tired, but sleep can I not. I’m afraid. Christa Salas