This atmosphere of the coming miracle reminded me of my school days, when there were contests and competitions between classes these days. My studies faded into the background, making room for the New Year's festival, where each class had to show a small theatrical performance (at least this was the case in the art image building, in which I studied for the 7th and 8th years). I don't know why, but I was always put in the role of the main villain, and my friend – my henchman. His name is Nick, and he's a year younger than me, which means he'll graduate next year. When we were in the same class, he wanted to become a fashion designer and went to additional courses for this. I hope the system will enroll Nick in the Criminal Procedure Code, where he wants to go.
19: 48. Instead of walking, the nurses suggested watching a New Year's movie and having a themed dinner with salads and tangerines, which I can't eat because of anorexia, so my New Year's table consisted of buckwheat porridge, steamed tuna fillet and seafood salad, which I don't like. Sophie left after lunch, so I didn't have to eat this. I drank the cherry compote and went to my room. While the others are enjoying the holiday, I'd better write down my notes on the missed lectures, they should have been posted by now. Then you can go to bed.
Today is January 1, 2069, Sunday.
19: 32. Sophie invited me to her daughter's birthday party this morning, and I agreed.
I just got back to the hospital and I'm going to tell you everything that happened.
In the morning, we went to the store for a gift and groceries. Sophie bought a shogi for me, and a pair of virtual reality glasses for her 10 – year-old daughter. Then we stopped at the bakery for a cake, then headed home.
It was a small 3-room apartment on the 31st floor, decorated in an oriental style. A small amount of furniture made it possible to effectively use the space, adds comfort, and in the corner of the living room there was an aquarium. The hostess entrusted me with the decoration of the rooms with balloons, and she went to the kitchen.
In our family, birthdays, like other holidays, were celebrated modestly. There was no special dinner or entertainment, we just got together and spent time with the whole family. Those were the best days, because I usually only saw my parents in the morning when I walked them to work, and I always had breakfast alone. When I think about it now, I wish I had spent more time with them, invited them to entertainment parks, cinemas, festivals, as others do. But that's not the point now.