Millions

Millions
Diary entries by Bernardita Raggio 

March 17th,

            Today I was so stressed out, we were out all day out doing things.

           

            We were going to the bank to change most of the money to Euros. We went to the bank Previa driving toward Manchester. We split up, I went with Dorothy and Anthony with Dad. Also before going to the bank, Dad bought a new car! He was so happy! We were all celebrating! It was the best day but also a very crazy day.

March 18th,

            Today was a very weird day. I am very confused about angels. People are not angels and when you die, you do not become an angel.

            At night, I opened the door because someone was knocking. It was a man with three girls, he was asking me to give him money so he could buy them a gift. But then I saw that many people were coming towards me. After a while, I took the bag full of cash and went to the railways. Glass Eye rang me up but I threw the phone to the ground. I could see the police arriving at the house. He had a lot of money. The cops walked around the house. Anthony explained everything to me. Dad had tried to explain to them why all these people thought he had loads of money; Dad said that he didn’t know, that someone must be saying those things about him. Anthony said the money was upstairs. Glass Eye pushed him forward. Anthony went with him to his bedroom. The police arrived at the room and they talked. I actually don’t really know what they were talking about.

March 19th,

            I am very proud of myself for doing that, I mean for burning the money.

           

            I was next to the tracks with the money. I had thirteen minutes till the next train came by. I had taken a box of matches from the kitchen. I tried to light one. I burned the money. I stopped and saw her .She was sitting so I was shocked. Her skin was prettier than ever. She wasn’t wearing make-up. I said that I tried to be good, but the money just makes everything worse. She said:”Two minutes, okay? I am your mother after all and I’m dead, so I know what I’m talking about, all right” I won’t write it all, but I had a pretty nice talk with her. At the end, I hugged her. I was really happy more than ever. It was nice to see her. I’ll miss her.

            I was so, so happy to see my mother again that I have no words to describe it. I think it was a great experience and I am so grateful for being where I am.