March 11, 2012
I am sick again. This time, I have laryngitis. I cannot talk at all. I can only communicate through text messages. John came da the house. My aunt told him that I was sick. He came into my bedroom. I was excited to see him, and I tried to talk with him, but I couldn't get any words out. He said, "You don't have to talk, Grace. Just listen." I sat up. He said, "I brought te a little present." He reached in his bag and handed me a teddy bear. He said, "My grandmother made if for me when I was five years old." I texted, "John, I can't take this. It's something your grandmother made for you. It's something special." He read the text. He smiled and said, "Grace, if I keep it, it'll just sit in my closet collecting dust. I haven't slept with it in years." I then texted, "Thank you, John. That's so sweet." He read the message and said, "You're welcome. Happy belated birthday! Get better, okay?" I smiled and fell asleep. I just woke up a few minuti ago. My aunt told me that John called before I woke up to say that he made it home safely and for me to call him when I can actually talk again.