March, 14, 1775-The eerie, odd, peculiar, strange, unnormal, etc. Day

Dear Diary,

my uncle had arrived in the middle of our dinner. I was really startled on how serious his face was. He usually have this awfully scary look. Except for right now, when I saw him, there were no words to describe. That's not all. I was even more astonished when I came up and wanted to help with his luggage.
"Oh, no Margaret, you shouldn't be lifting these luggage for me. Your brothers could handle it" he said. I looked around the room, but nobody found it interesting, and just did what they had to. After he was settled, we went back to eat. I was stunned for the third time. He was actually talking, and we could make sense of what he was talking about. At the end of dinner, uncle Fredrick gave me my birthday gift. It was a bracelet. I could see that it was hand made. I thanked him, and went to bed. I know something is going on, and nobody is telling me what it is. Well then, I have to find out by myself. At 11 p.m., I jumped out of bed(quietly), and went to family room. I saw my parents there, no, with uncle Fredrick, no wait! My whole family was there! How could that be?
"....she have to know..." came Andrew's voice.
"....Andrew's right,......" I think that was William's voice.
"....I don't think it's a good idea....." Anne.
Then, there was a dead silence. I went back to my room, because I couldn't make up any of the words, bur wasn't it clear? They had something to tell me. I'm going to bed now. It's awfully late. I tell you the rest later.

March, 11, 1775-Uncle Fredrick

Dear Diary,

nothing happened all that time from February. This old man had been coming to our house to teach me about History. There was old lady either, to teach my sister, but her nursing. My brothers were away most of the time, and I do not know what they are doing. Until today, I overheard my parents talking. I think they thought I was in bed, but I wasn't. They said my uncle's coming to my house. Uncle Fredrick is coming to my house. The only uncle I have, and the worst uncle you could ever imagine. He always yells even though you ain't do nothing wrong, and he yells even louder when we are not doing anything at all. When he's joking around, and we don't laugh, he tells us we don't have sense of humor. The truth is, he's not funny at all. People say he's a little disturbed. I don't get it, his name means peace keeper, but he's not peace at all.

At dinner, they told us that uncle is moving to our house to take care of my mother, my sister, and me. What does that mean? What about my brothers, and father? Before my birthday, dinner time was my favorite. We could share our stories of the day. Right now, it's the worst time of the day. There's always something to be told, and it's always a bad news.