Cheese is gay.
... maybe even the whole of Holland. On the way back my little sister and her friends were acting very suspiciously and they whispered and giggled just in front of me. I tried to find out what they were giggling and talking about, but they just ran on ahead toward the workshop. Sometimes they really annoy me. When I eventually got back I looked up at the sky and I thought that it was about to rain. It was beginning to get dark, but the sky was a lovely colour, that steely grey blue colour I like so much and against the beautiful golden and red colours of the autumn leaves I felt warm and thought of my father. I don’t know why these things make me think of him except that I know he always loved the sky and the sea. When I opened door to our work shop I was surprised to see Benjamin and Joost speaking quietly with my mother at the other end of the work shop. Something about the way that they behaved made me think that there was a secret that I should know at first I worried but when the laughed and chatted and moved away I felt a bit silly. I heard Benjamin talk to my mother about some fish he had just delivered- I didn’t know we were short of fish, I thought he had delivered some this morning! I then heard Joost say that he hoped the rope he had delivered was satisfactory- if never heard him ask about this before, I would have been worried if they hadn’t been smiling but decided to ignore everything and went to pick up my sail project again. Mother smiled at me kindly and held out her hand for me to come near her, she asked me if the children had enjoyed the story teller, it was difficult to know what to say, I know I did. She told me that my father had loved taking me to the story teller and she was so sorry he wasn’t here with me to celebrate my birthday with me now that I was 13 a teenager. What could I say? At seven o’clock after solidly working on the project that will make my father proud of me, I finally have finished his sail and my sail, what a great day to finish. I hope he can be proud of me, I have tried my best. This sail has my soul and my heart in it. Every stitch was for you, dad. Mum came in and looked at the sail, she realized I have finished and she told me that my father would have been proud of me- oh dad, I hope that’s true, I tried my best. On the walk home I was thinking about the sail and I almost started to cry. I had put such effort into this sail. I had found it in my father’s bedroom half finished and I had decided to finish it. It was a project, but now it was time to sell it. Sails are very expensive and we can’t afford to spare even this one, we still have to pay our bill for the washing and then we have food bills. When I got home I got dressed into my best outfit and rushed over the house of the fisherman who had originally asked my father to make the sail. He isn’t a friend of the family, so I didn’t know what he would say. Amazingly he said agreed to come and look at the sail tomorrow and in memory of my father said he would like to be able to buy it! On my way back home, as I reached the town centre I stopped. It was so quite, a little too quite. Then all of a sudden a little boy jumped out of a bush and said surprise, a second later a whole crowd of people jumped out at me and yelled surprise. A banner rolled down from a window and it read, ‘Happy 13th birthday!’ I was stunned, shocked! I then identified my mother from the crowd of familiar faces and ran to give her a hug. I turned around to find a queue of children all dressed up in beautiful costumes, some that I had seen in the party shop and others that where also g...