interesting fish visiting us, to create so much interest!
Also, there’s a fox who has been coming into our garden. He comes closer and closer each day to pick at the crumbs I’ve been putting out for him. My ambition is to feed him from my hand by the end of the week. We’ll see!
I bet I sound really boring!
What else have you been doing this week? I hope your grandfather is home.
Oh, I nearly forgot! I think we’ll be coming to Porthaven on Friday! You know the annual fair? After Christmas, it’s the high point of the winter. Will you still be there? Maybe we could meet? That would be fun.
Maybe see you on Friday, then.
Dee
Wednesday, February 20, 2:30 p.m.
Dear Dee,
Hooray! Finally, some good news! I’m going to meet you! I can’t wait! We’ll definitely still be here. We’re planning to stay at least till Sunday, but if we still haven’t heard anything and Grandad still isn’t back, we might even stay longer. Mom’s thinking about contacting my school to ask if I can get special leave to miss the first few days back, just in case.
I hope that doesn’t happen, though. I mean, it’s not that I’m crazy about school or anything. Normally, I’d jump for joy at the thought of no school for a few days — but not if it means that my grandad still isn’t here.
The atmosphere is getting really bad. Gran normally doesn’t show her feelings, but even she is finding it hard now. This morning I walked into the kitchen to see her in my mom’s arms. Gran’s shoulders were shaking. She didn’t say anything, but Mom looked up and saw me and just kind of shook her head, so I left them alone. I don’t think Gran would want anyone to know she’d been crying.
She called the police today. That’s probably what set her off. When she did that, I think we all finally admitted that there was a problem. Up to now, we’ve been able to convince ourselves that he just needed a bit of a break, or that he’s playing some silly game because they had an argument. But now that the police are involved, I suppose we all have to face up to the fact that it’s really true. My grandad has gone missing — and he may never come back.
The police have put out calls and they’ve told us to leave it with them for now — which means we all feel even more useless than we felt before. All we can do is wait. It’s horrible.
Sorry. What a miserable message. I hope you’re having a better day — and my fingers and toes are all crossed for meeting up on Friday. That’s the only thing I’ve got to look forward to.
Love,
Mia xx
Thursday, February 21, 6:50 a.m.
Oh, Mia, I’m so sorry to hear all this bad news. It makes me want to meet up even more, as I think it sounds like you need a friend there more than anything.
I’m not going to write much, as Father is about to leave and I don’t want to miss getting this message to you. I want you to know I’m thinking about you, and I really, really, really, really, really hope your grandfather is home by the time you read this.
We’re definitely coming to the fair — as long as the weather is good enough for us to get there. There’s a storm predicted for tomorrow, so I’m hoping the weathermen are wrong. They usually are, aren’t they?
I’ll come with Father in the morning. Shall we meet at the harbor and then we could go together? Let’s meet by the arches at, say, ten o’clock?
Oh, what do you look like? I’m about average height for my age — which is thirteen, by the way. How old are you? I have shoulder-length auburn hair, with a cowlick at the front (I’ve tried a million ways to stop it from sticking out, but no luck!), and green eyes, and I’ll be wearing a brown suede jacket and probably a skirt with rain boots. It’s not the most stylish look in the world, but it’s practical.
Till tomorrow — I hope! I’m getting excited.
Your friend,
Dee
Thursday, February 21, 1:39 p.m.
I’m excited too!
OK, so, I’m thirteen, medium sort of height, very
Also, there’s a fox who has been coming into our garden. He comes closer and closer each day to pick at the crumbs I’ve been putting out for him. My ambition is to feed him from my hand by the end of the week. We’ll see!
I bet I sound really boring!
What else have you been doing this week? I hope your grandfather is home.
Oh, I nearly forgot! I think we’ll be coming to Porthaven on Friday! You know the annual fair? After Christmas, it’s the high point of the winter. Will you still be there? Maybe we could meet? That would be fun.
Maybe see you on Friday, then.
Dee
Wednesday, February 20, 2:30 p.m.
Dear Dee,
Hooray! Finally, some good news! I’m going to meet you! I can’t wait! We’ll definitely still be here. We’re planning to stay at least till Sunday, but if we still haven’t heard anything and Grandad still isn’t back, we might even stay longer. Mom’s thinking about contacting my school to ask if I can get special leave to miss the first few days back, just in case.
I hope that doesn’t happen, though. I mean, it’s not that I’m crazy about school or anything. Normally, I’d jump for joy at the thought of no school for a few days — but not if it means that my grandad still isn’t here.
The atmosphere is getting really bad. Gran normally doesn’t show her feelings, but even she is finding it hard now. This morning I walked into the kitchen to see her in my mom’s arms. Gran’s shoulders were shaking. She didn’t say anything, but Mom looked up and saw me and just kind of shook her head, so I left them alone. I don’t think Gran would want anyone to know she’d been crying.
She called the police today. That’s probably what set her off. When she did that, I think we all finally admitted that there was a problem. Up to now, we’ve been able to convince ourselves that he just needed a bit of a break, or that he’s playing some silly game because they had an argument. But now that the police are involved, I suppose we all have to face up to the fact that it’s really true. My grandad has gone missing — and he may never come back.
The police have put out calls and they’ve told us to leave it with them for now — which means we all feel even more useless than we felt before. All we can do is wait. It’s horrible.
Sorry. What a miserable message. I hope you’re having a better day — and my fingers and toes are all crossed for meeting up on Friday. That’s the only thing I’ve got to look forward to.
Love,
Mia xx
Thursday, February 21, 6:50 a.m.
Oh, Mia, I’m so sorry to hear all this bad news. It makes me want to meet up even more, as I think it sounds like you need a friend there more than anything.
I’m not going to write much, as Father is about to leave and I don’t want to miss getting this message to you. I want you to know I’m thinking about you, and I really, really, really, really, really hope your grandfather is home by the time you read this.
We’re definitely coming to the fair — as long as the weather is good enough for us to get there. There’s a storm predicted for tomorrow, so I’m hoping the weathermen are wrong. They usually are, aren’t they?
I’ll come with Father in the morning. Shall we meet at the harbor and then we could go together? Let’s meet by the arches at, say, ten o’clock?
Oh, what do you look like? I’m about average height for my age — which is thirteen, by the way. How old are you? I have shoulder-length auburn hair, with a cowlick at the front (I’ve tried a million ways to stop it from sticking out, but no luck!), and green eyes, and I’ll be wearing a brown suede jacket and probably a skirt with rain boots. It’s not the most stylish look in the world, but it’s practical.
Till tomorrow — I hope! I’m getting excited.
Your friend,
Dee
Thursday, February 21, 1:39 p.m.
I’m excited too!
OK, so, I’m thirteen, medium sort of height, very
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