Noticing that I often go out on the balcony, Sophie suggested that we go up to the top floor and enjoy the view from there, and I agreed. To get to the 360th floor, we had to spend 3 minutes, but the wait was worth the result. We had an unforgettable view of the city, the cars seemed like small insects, and the 50-storey buildings-like toys. After 10 minutes of admiring the view, Sophie said, " Katsu, you can come over if you're lonely, or you just want to talk to someone. It's your home now, too. By the way, I've already added your chip to the door's history, so you can come here anytime, even if we're not at home." I am glad that after my discharge I will not be left alone with the real world.
At 17: 36 we went to pick up her daughter, whose name is Diana. She had fun with her classmates at the trampoline center, where there is a trampoline instead of a floor on all five floors. I heard that in our city there is also an aqua center, in which the entire space is filled with water. Maybe I'll go there someday.
Outwardly, Diana does not look like her mother at all. She has dark, thick hair, brown eyes, and a lean and elongated body, unlike the plump and fair Sophie. But their character is identical.
During the festive dinner, they took turns pushing salads and sandwiches towards me. I was surrounded by care and attention, as if I was the birthday boy. Even though Diana knew my name, she always calls me "Onisan", but I still understood why.
After the meal, we decided to take a walk around the square, which, according to the princess (I decided to call Diana that), has an artificial warm pond where swans and geese swim in winter. It was nice to walk outside the hospital grounds, it seems like I haven't done this in ages, but it's actually been less than a month.
When we reached the pond with swans, Diana gave me a coin, which are rare nowadays, and said: "Onisan, let's throw them into the lake together, so that we can come back here again?" After finishing our walk around the square, we went to the hospital.
Diana demanded the address of the blog, but when she found out that I didn't have it, she forced me to register. Now she sent me the hundredth message about a hamster named Ricky who can do a somersault, and attached a video.