Day Hundred and Thirty-seven

De Gwener ew, an etegves dedh a vis Me. Dedh truedhek ew raga vy. Nanj ew trei bledhen warn ügens o dama veurgerys vy a verwas. Thera diw vergh wydn ha dew vab wydn dhedhy, saw na wrüg hei besca (byscath) gweles o flehes wydn vy (teyr mergh wydn ha pemp mab wydn). Me a welas an mab wydn o mergh vy degensete. Baby münys ew ev. Ma dhe’n baby modrep whegh bloodh coth hag ownter bes pajer bloodh coth. Me o honan, me a veu genys bes whegh bledhen kens o noyth. Üdn dhama goth hag üdn dhama yonk. Thew o noyth pecar’a hôr dhebm hag o hôr o pecar’a second mabm. Pana sowdhan!

It’s Friday, the 18^th day of May. It’s a sad day for me. Twenty-three years ago my beloved mother died. She had two granddaughters and two grandsons, but she never saw my grandchildren (three granddaughters and five grandsons). I saw my daughter’s grandson the day before yesterday. He’s a tiny baby. The baby has a six-year-old aunty and an uncle only four years old. Myself, I was born only six years before my niece One old mother and one young mother. My niece is like a sister to me and my sister was like a second mum. What confusion!