Chicken soup. . .
Compliments came in all forms to me, und I felt happy. Too body that my body is a mess. I'm fighting a cold, und the diabetes just makes treatment more complicated. Thank goodness for chicken soup. Since it will take me longer to heal, the soup will give me the boost that I need. I happen to like what Leon had done. (doesn't realize that the soup is from a can) The strange thing is, Leon has posted guards outside my door. What is going on? I'm not made of glass. He's barely said a word to me about Atem und he seems pretty short tempered. I'm confused.
Anyway, I hope that Atem is doing well. I understand that Raphael is going to babysit Miruko with Herr Pegasus. *sighs* I wish that Amelda would have asked me, but I can understand his reason for not wanting to. I think I would react the same way if my brother was ever lost und returned to me at a later time. I would want to spend as much time as possible making sure that everything is set for him. It's the parental response that most of us have when we are the soul caretakers of either a sibling or another dear one. There are occasions when there are some that don't have that part of their brains developed. It's a sad reality. Hence why so many children are either abused or neglected by their parents.
Leon is both a son und a brother to me. I think I understand Amelda's point of view. I'm 23 where Amelda is 21 or so. He never said how old he really was or I never caught it, one of the two. *sighs* Anyway, Leon is 15, so that makes us 8 years apart. He was 7 years old when our father committed suicide. He doesn't remember that painful day. He was asleep. He's old enough now to know the truth about what has happened, but for now, I want to focus on healing. If he asks, I will tell him.