Chapter 6 what an ugly old lady

what an ugly old lady How much I have to tell you, my dear diary! It seems impossible, but it is true, and this is what boys in the world know.It would be nice if no boys were born in the future, how happy their fathers and mothers would be! How many things happened yesterday, and how many things I want to tell you, my diary! However, there are so many things that it is impossible for me to write them all.Yes, how many things happened to me yesterday! ... I was beaten up by my father, and it still hurts so much to this day.I can't sit because my ass is so swollen, forgive me for saying that.

But today I must write down what happened and what happened, even though I have to sit and write with pain. Oh, my diary, how unbearable, how unbearable! ...forever enduring for truth and justice... * * * I told you the day before yesterday that my sisters had given their mother permission to have a dance at home, and I can't even describe how excited they were.They rushed from room to room, whispering, busy... thinking about the dance, talking about the dance. The day before yesterday, after lunch, they were filling out invitations in the living room, and they all seemed in high spirits.Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and the sisters stopped writing in their hands, chattering: "Who is still here at this time?" Definitely an uneducated..."

At this time, Catalina came to the door of the living room and said excitedly: "Ah, ladies, here comes a rare guest!" Aunt Bettina followed her!The thin Aunt Bettina, who lived in the country, came to our house only twice a year. The sisters muttered softly: "Hey, what a rare visitor!" The faces of the sisters immediately became ugly. They reasoned that they were going to tidy up the room, and left their aunt and mother and ran to another room.I also followed them to join in the fun. "Oh, what an ugly old lady!" Ada said very displeased. Virginia said sarcastically: "I'm sure she'll stay here. It's such a disappointment to have an old woman in green silk, with yellow cotton gloves, and a purple cap on her head, at the ball." what!"

Louisa said desperately: "It makes me blush! Oh, what can I do! I don't have the face to introduce such an ugly aunt to others!" That is to say, my sisters did not want Aunt Bettina to appear at the ball, but why would they let her go?Yes, the sisters have done so much preparation for the prom, but because of an ugly old woman who makes people laugh, it affects the effect of the prom. Isn't it a pity? There should be a way to solve this problem, someone should make a sacrifice for the happiness of the sisters.what!Isn't it a noble act for a good boy to sacrifice a little to make his sisters happy?

In revenge for Sister Louisa, I took her picture.For this incident, I feel a little sorry for my sisters.So, I decided to make up for my mistake by doing a good thing right now. * * * After dinner the day before yesterday, I took Aunt Bettina aside and whispered to her earnestly; "Auntie dear, would you like to do something to please your nieces?" "What do you mean by that?" I said to her: "If you really want to make your nieces happy, then please leave my house before the ball. You must know that they are not very happy when you are too old and dressed in such strange clothes." I say that only to repeat what they mean, but I think so too. Go home to your own house on Monday! Then your nieces will be very grateful to you."

I don't know if my aunt will be angry after saying these words so bluntly.I begged her not to tell anyone about it, not to anyone, and begged her to get out of bed tomorrow morning.I wonder if she will leave? In fact, yesterday morning Aunt Bettina really left.Before leaving, she solemnly swore that she would never step into the door of my house again. Also, it seemed that Papa had lent her some money, so she told Papa that she regretted lending the money to Papa, and that it was a very shameful thing to borrow other people's money for a dance. What is my fault in this matter? But, as usual, the family's anger was directed at a nine-year-old boy.

I don't want to spoil the diary with more sad stories!I'm just talking about yesterday morning.When my aunt left, the person who was supposed to treat me the best in the world beat and scolded me mercilessly... well!I can't sit and write any longer... I'm dreading prom in addition to my butt hurting.The preparations for the prom are all done, but my heart is not at ease, mainly because of those photos... Forget it, my diary, let God bless them, and wish them all the best! October 15