movie dates
December 22nd, 2005I said: This has the potential of becoming the worst Christmas ever.
But that was before my mother got a fever. And a stomachflu. And my skin started to hurt and eyes glow. A long and frantic search for a thermometer that wasn’t in the sofa (only one pen and one sock), but on the floor behind the paper trash. 35.8 degrees celsius. My mother sounded like a mother on the phone. Kaisa hugged me before leaving. I said it was okay, “I’ve got a date with a sofa and a movie.”
And my father called and asked “How is my daughter?”
It is important to be my something sometimes. And have a movie date to see Narnia tomorrow. And on some other day the Pride and Prejudice which I am prepared to hate, but in the right way.