爸爸教我摺故事裡的那種花。色紙用完了,我們就拿爸爸不要的稿紙來用。一開始摺得很醜,可是爸爸很認真教我,真的好開心。
Daddy taught me how to fold flowers like in the book. When we ran out of colored paper, we used pages of script daddy had discarded. Folding was hard at first but daddy helped me out, it made me very happy.
Sometimes it’s scary when I’m home alone. I start overthinking it, and then it’ll be like before. My head will hurt, I can’t breathe, and I’ll shiver and cough. I haven’t been like this in a while, I don’t know why. Things can be normal at school, but I’ll start imagining bad things happening. I often get the feeling that I can’t get enough air, then I can’t sleep. I fear that I may never wake up from my dreams.