Being stuck in bed for weeks is boring. I'm almost completely used to the prosthetic leg. But I lost a lot of weight. Made me very weak for a while. Things aren't that much different. Well of course I don't know. I've barley been out of my room. An old nurse has been coming to my room to do various things. She takes forever with my food though. Sometimes I use my wheel chair and wheel around my room. The press is still really concerned about me. I see Mom and Dad out there all the time. There cameras are always faced towards my room. I haven't seen my parents in a while. But there are gifts all over my room from people around the US and other world leaders. Apparently no one expected me to survive. They also think I'm dying. Which is kind of cool and weird. My favorite gift so far is the BB gun and pellets from my old orphanage. But the Diamond Crown from Queen Elizabeth is a close second. Mom and Dad always send me get-well soon candy every day. I miss seeing them. Tomorrow, I'm going to try and get downstairs. Well, goodnight. I'll inform you on how tomorrow goes tomorrow.
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The Secret Diary Of The Adopted Kennedy
FanfictionLillian Kennedy was adopted in 1961 at age 7 by President Kennedy. The world was a simpler time. Now it's 2017. Lillian has recently died of a heart attack. In her apartment, Caroline goes through her things and she finds a tiny journal with a lock...
