Diary of a 4th Grader

Sick Day

Dear Diary,

Mom didn't let me go to school today. Mr. Anderson even called her to try to convince her how much I'd fall behind if I stayed home. She refused to let me go and made me stay home. On Monday, Mr. Anderson will probably give me loads of homework. He doesn't care how much I'm hurting.
Mom gives me gooey pink medicine to stop my arm from hurting. It only works sometimes. Other times, my arm hurts the same amount as always. Mom also makes me stay on the couch, covered in blankets. She says it is so my arm will heal faster. I can barely write with all these quilts piled on me. She is just trying to help, but it isn't working.
Plus, she's smothering me with gifts. First, a box of crayons. Then, she gave me some stickers. I'm not a baby anymore and I don't like to draw but she won't listen. She makes me eat bitter spinach and cold canned peaches for lunch every day and I'm sick of it. I love her and I'm thankful that she's doing so much for me but I can't stand it anymore.
Dana gave me another get well card today. She said it was from the school nurse. It has a picture of a band-aid on it and is signed, "Get well soon!" On the front, there's a shiny rainbow sticker. I want to tell the nurse how much my life is NOT like a shiny rainbow right now.

Lana