Day Hundred and Fifteen

An Cansves Dedh ha Pemdhek

De Yow ew, an wheffes dedh warn ügens a vis Ebrel. Üdn jorna teg moy ew rag golhy dillas moy ha gonis e’n lowarth arta. Saw skith o vy. Na wrüga vy còsca et ta. Thera dhen agan mergh wydn e’n chei. Dew ar glogh e’n mettin hei a lavaras dhebm, “Ma odhom dhebm a vos dhe’n clojy.” Hy mabm eth dhe’n clojy genjy. Lebmyn tho vy hen-henvabm! Ass ewa coynt an bôwnas. Ass ew debarow dew seythen.  De Yow eus passyes me a gemeras cübmyas a’m hôr meurgerys, ha hedhyw thera vy o welcobma bôwnans nowydh, maw münys. Ev a vedh meurgerys ewedh. 
It’s Thursday, the 26th day of April. It’s one more beautiful day for washing more clothes and working in the garden again. But I am tired. I did not sleep well. We had our granddaughter in the house. At two o’clock in the morning she said to me, “I need to go to the hospital.” Her mother went to the hospital with her. Now I am a great-grandmother. How strange life is. How different are two weeks. Last Thursday I took leave of my beloved sister, and today I am welcoming a new life, a tiny boy. He will be much loved as well.



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