I'm finding a lot of things difficult.
Doctor Eisenstein visits me every few days now.
I haven't heard anything from Anna.
Her stuff is still here.
Ray brings me some things.
I'm not eating a lot though.

This morning a bird was singing in the garden
A song full of life - it went on and on and on.

The days are becoming longer and lighter.
At odd moments you can really feel spring in the air.

Later,
I shall try
And go
For a walk.

I want for nothing.

I'm glad you've accepted not to come here.
We won't see each other again, dear Father.
Dear Father.

Will I survive until my birthday?
How would mother have reacted?
How would mother have reacted?