x, I rushed straight to my room while

ked vibrant despite the winter season. Sunlight struck the f

y and calm around

I carried. Though it barely weighed anythin

mas present Lily ha

thin, and the edges had started to fray. It showed h

rainbows. I could almost see Lily smiling while placing them there. In my mind, she leaned close to

he had chosen. Perhaps it was her birthday, or maybe mine.

reath, I entered my birth

ounded as the l

magine Lily whispering beside me, "Of course it'

hile I carefully

booklet res

hree stick figures stood together while holding hands in

izes filled the

pencil. Some letters were reversed, yet the wo

writing. Despair mixed with a painful sense of

age, I paused and took severa

n uneven numbers. It was about a

her smell. It is unpleasant and makes my nose itch. I miss Mom's smell. Hers smells like jasmine. Dad and Sofia keep drinking in the living room. Th

ing day and showed how Lily's

rthdays. There wasn't a cake or any presents. When Mom was here, she made a princess cake and gave me a puzzl

th pain, making it ha

happily for her birthday. I survived those long nights

y, she ha

. I drew many pictures for her, but Dad said they can't be mailed. Did Mom send me a card for Christmas? I check the

one,

I kept rewriting the card and drawing pictures on it again a

cut off the fragile conne

e after grew even mo

e to see Mom because I miss her a lot. Dad got angry right away and said I was annoying. Sofia stared at me and said Mom caused all the

ed because of my mistake. I trus

as truly like, and if I hadn't taken the blame for him... Wou

d dropped onto the diary, sm

es dry, yet each attempt only m

ed to the earlier pages, the handwriting appeared weak and

feel well... Sofia, please take me to the hospita

arks stained the page after something had dried. W

burning with fever inside a dark and freezing room. Again and again, she must've ca

ollapsed onto the carpet. My body curled inward as my shoul

, my po

rt life had been filled with negle

mas card she had been waiting for, and the hug s

even took away he

ed no mercy. They were

growing inside me fa

the ones who had sent

and brushed away the tear

and a pale face. The pain was gone. W