9th July ,1916
Today l met the hottest boy l had ever met. his name is Jay , at least that's what the foot ball coach calls him. he smiled at me today and it was the best thing ever
Gapped in between the pages was an old folded picture of a magazine sheet...l unfolded it slowly not sure of my expectations
it was a young lad of about eighteen in a football uniform and on the other side was Jay Reynolds written in old faded ink that smelt like coffee in the rain. l brought the picture a little closer to my nose and sniffed it, it smelt really good .
was this my dad?
he had a similar hair colour and l could see a little bit of my facial features on him
I shut the journal and made to return in
as l made to leave my room with the journal held firmly in my armpit something fell...
Another torn out sheet from probably the same magazine
It was a picture of jay and another young lad who looked really familiar
I turn the sheet to see the name behind...l was right! it was Simon!
From the picture l could tell that they were really good friends
so he definitely knows my father.
Meanwhile Lisa hadn't come home and mom was in a mood no one really understood
I worried about seeing Simon, l felt stupid.
I had the chance to ask about my dad and l sent him away . If only I had found this earlier
I kept the journal in my drawer hopeful for more information
mom had told me earlier that Hermes would be out of town and she would be busy so she needed me to take Maine to the park for practice since we weren't in school
She somehow couldn't afford it with all the new expenses
expenses that l never knew about...at least not at first
About two days later mom came home with Lisa
she didn't look like the Lisa we knew
infact mom didn't let us see her after she took her to the attic
That day when my siblings had gone to bed,she told me that Lisa was sick and asked me to Keep my siblings away from the attic. she alone went in there and not as often as I felt she was supposed to
A doctor visited thrice a week to check on Lisa
Things at home were becoming different