Dear Diary
Today, Killian said he wanted to marry me.
Before you freak out like Daddy and Mommy, let me explain.
We were presenting our homework, where we answered what we wanted to be when we grew up.
My answer was the Prime Minister of France and Canada, just like me and Daddy have always planned.
Even though I know prime ministers give a lot of speeches, I was so nervous.
My heart was in my ears, and I couldn’t hear all the other students who went before me.
Killian and I were the last ones. He walked to the front of the class and started reading his answer.
Seeing him so relaxed helped me calm down.
He always does that to me, always makes me feel like everything is going to be fine.
Then he read, “All I want to be when I grow up is Magdalena Michaelson’s husband.
Nothing else will ever matter except her.
” I gasped and covered my face. The entire class laughed.
I’m pretty sure my face was red because everyone who looked at me laughed even harder.
I had to cover my cheeks with my hands to cool them down.
“Killian Oster, that is not a career. The assignment was to tell us what you wanted to be when you grew up, not who you wanted to marry—”
“But I don’t care about anything else. All I want is to be married to her. I love her with allllll my heart,” he’d explained.
“That’s going to be an F for you, young man. Return to your seat.”
When Killian got to his chair, well, that’s when he kneeled and gave me the ring in the little plastic bubble and said, “Nothing else matters, angel.” The shock pulled my attention from the other kids in the class. I didn’t even hear when the bell rang.
Daddy doesn’t like that I feel the same about Killian.
He thinks it will keep me from becoming prime minister, but it won’t.
First of all, most prime ministers are already married ’cause they’re so old.
Second of all, Daddy doesn’t know I need Killian to calm me down so that I can do all the prime ministering, just like he needs Mom around to keep his daymares away.
Sigh. I’m so worried about Daddy. His daymares are getting worse. Sometimes, he holds me so tight that I can’t breathe.
Love,
Magdalena Michaelson
(Second Grade, 7 years old)