Sick men have been coming to the house. They bang on the door and beg for help. Mom and grandma get scared. Dad makes them keep a tire iron by the door now. He says I have to be brave because when he's not around I'm the man of the house and I can't be scared. I'm not scared I told him so he knows. Grandma brought out a tape player she had in the basement today. Her and mom listened to Elvis tapes while I played. The music sounded good. I danced and made them laugh. Then I rolled around in front of the window pretending I was in the sun.
My birthday is in 12 days. Dad said he's going to bring me something great since I can't play my video game anymore, now that the power is out. I hope it's a trampoline, one that can fit in the house. I could do flips and make my own circus show. I hope the flu ends soon, maybe for my birthday it will stop. Then we can all go out and swim, and dad can cook hot dogs and cheeseburgers. I want a cheeseburger on the grill so bad! Oh and cake with ice cream, I hope Dad brings some home.
Last night I heard mom crying. Dad and her were talking, and she is sad. We heard booms outside. I looked and I saw a fire somewhere pretty far. The glow lit up and it reminded me of halloween bonfires. I wondered if people in masks were crowded around on stumps roasting marshmallows and telling stories. I miss the outside.