December 11,1965
Dear diary, I am beginning to wonder how long I’ll be alone.And I am hungry for the love that I was stripped of,not so long ago.I miss my mother’s sweet curry chicken,My papa’s hearty laugh, The taste of sweet papaya, The soft pitter patter of rain rolling down my back. I’m not so scared anymore, of this unfamiliar place because in my heart I know that this is the reality of my future . But, I refuse to let go of the wisp of faith I have left. I will fight to the end. And I will never…ever let go of my will and hope.
