But with Jan back home everything went from chaos to relative calm, except between Jan and Rene, who was a bitty out of hand, and refused to even try and help with anything. Jan was really worried about him, as he had a better idea of death than Andreas, who still walked around with his cross, and cried his eyes out when his big brother told him that it was a lot of garbage. But he eventually got over that, and told his brother that he just knew that his mother was up there, watching over them.
Jan had now decided to make the baby Emil part of his household over week-ends, and as he was always quite a hands on dad, he soon coped like an old pro nanny, bathing the baby, making his bottles, and I thought to myself that little baby Emil might just be his salvation, as he started to smile back at the baby who was so cute, and started smiling, and was also so good, only crying when he was hungry, and oh boy, if his feed wasn't brought fast, he could already knew how to throw a little temper.
It took a bit of serious convincing before he decided to go, and I was glad when he said that he would take Rene with, as we didn't think staying in his room all day was at all good for him. And I just did not have the energy to cope with the continious fighting and begging for him to help me around their place, as I was running like a steam enjin, blowing and wheezing from the one property to the other, and then through the streets scouting for Mobi when Jan was in Johannesburg, and I was not feeling up to that again, as I had to leave Andreas in charge, and of course he had his arm and leg in plaster.
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