This book has become like an old friend to me. It holds things I pushed from my mind, things I've forgotten, and held my secret. But no more, I've grown too large to hide myself away as a boy. I've keep the accent I picked up along the way but I had to find gear that fits. I wonder if Father would recognize me as a young lass again. I haven't grown much, this may be to my advantage. He might expect me to be taller like he and Mum whe.. is.
I dreamt about what he did last night, woke clamping my mouth shut to prevent the scream that fought to leave my lips. How many more times will I see Father take Mum's life? How many more times will I have to see the joy on his face as he does it? Worse yet, how many more times must I see the pain in her eyes as she looked at me with eyes that screams she failed me, forgive her? She did not fail me, her actions brought attention to what Father was doing. Got him taken away and allowed me to set myself free.
I love you mommy, please watch over me.
