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Not much more happened the first day in our new home.
Mother came home with some pizza and 3 bags of food.
I helped her to get every thing in the right place.
We didn´t say much to each other, we actually didn´t speak much at all. I haven´t much to say to her. She dosen´t like books or to write, and one thing she really hates is deep conversations.
She gets upset or start to cry, for days.
She isn´t well but she think and act like that. But I know and I also know she is hideing something from me.
I´m not sure what it is but I think it has something to do with my dad.
She never wants to talk about it.
Instead she is swallowing pills everyday and act happy as fuck.
I´ve learned not to care so much, I mind my own business.
But I´m a bit curious.
However after we ate our pizzas we made som strong wonderful coffee.
Mother talked about everything and nothing.
She has those moments.
I listened as good as I could.
Jane: Oh It´s getting late, I will go to bed. Goodnight honey.
I said goodnight and she went upstairs to her bedroom.
I had my bedroom downstairs, It was nice because Im usually awake at night.
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