Fancy Nancy: Pajama Day (I Can Read Book 1)

But I never managed to overcome my hesitation. And now it's too late. I asked him about the memory books. "Somebody told me about them. Beatrice. At first I thought they weren't for me, but I couldn't get them out of my mind. One day I went to that centre where people who have the disease can go for help and advice. I spoke to another man who was also ill. He showed me a memory book he had written for one of his daughters. That made me think I ought to do the same. Even if I'm not very good at writing. I thought I could tell the tale, and one of my grandchildren could write it down. All of them can read and write. So that's what I did." We leafed through one of the memory books he'd written. All the text was in rounded, childish letters. Everything except his signature and an admonition to "always live honourably and work hard". He noticed that I could see the text had been written by various hands. "I thought that even handwriting is a memory of a person. My handwriting is poor, the letters jump all over the place, but it's my handwriting ...»