Today is Sunday. The kitchen people made me a really nice Strawberry Short Cake and gave me a get well card that said they were so glad I was back home. It had so many names on it. It must have been signed by everyone in the compound. I wanted to cry it was so wonderful. I had been hearing talk that everyone thought Matthew’s group had something to do with rescuing me and bring me home. I heard one person say that his whole family felt safer that the compound had a great team that could protect everyone. No one out side of Matthew’s team knew the mission had been called off. Matthew started walking me around the living room every day for exercise and I notice the compound was starting to come back to life. I still felt bad. I couldn’t pin point it. I kept putting my hand on my for head checking for a temperature. Its only been three days and I have made a lot of progress at getting back to myself. Matthew said this after noon we were going to go to the gym. He said the sooner I could start exercising I could get muscle back and feel better. And happiness. I can’t really be happy. I guess its some kind of depression or post traumatic stress maybe? I agreed with him. Exercise would help everything. He was at my side constantly. Hugging and kissing me. This really helped me feel better. I think Hunter is jealous because she was his main attention. I can’t wait till I feel better so I can hold her and hug her. She really brings a smile to your face it the morning, wanting out of the crib. I love the way she puts her arms up and says Daddy, Daddy. Wanting Matthew to pick her up. Matthew told Mom that maybe we should go back to our room, but Mom wouldn’t hear it. She said we were not going anywhere until I felt better.