July 1, 2355

We've been visiting aunt B'Talla in the hospital every day, but today we didn't go. Mama went early this morning with her brother, and hasn't been home all day. It's nearly dinner time, and I wonder what's taking them so long.

Aunt B'Talla had a husband who died a year or so ago, and she has a daughter who's eight or so years older than I. She came over today, and she looked like she'd been crying, but no one would say why in front of me and my brothers. When she saw me, she smiled and started speaking English as I'd learned it in the schools on Luna. It was nice since I was better with this than Klingon which is all anyone would speak since we'd gotten here.

She and I talked for a while, and she promised me we'd go out and have some fun, she might even get one of her pilot friends to take me for a ride. I'm hoping she can have that happen, I know I've watched planes and pilots with envy, maybe I could get some ideas if this is something I wanted to pursue.

It will also be nice to have someone to talk to. I know enough Klingon to understand base stuff that's said to me and I can give simple replies, but ask me to explain what I did last week and I'll have to switch over to English. Since it looks like Mama wants to stay, I'd better work on my Klingon, maybe my cousin can help me.