“Grace, I’m so sorry! All these years, I’ve trusted the wrong person and personally sent you to your grave,” he sobbed.
“Lucy, did Grace leave anything behind?” my mother asked.
“She left a diary. She gave it to me and said to show it to you after she’s gone.”
Inside, it was written, [Today is my birthday. Dad gave me a doll, and I really love it! I’ll always keep this doll with me because it’s a symbol of my parents‘ love for me.
[Recently, a little girl, Yolana, has come to live with us. Dad told me to be kind to her, and Mom said the same. But no matter how nice I am to her, she hates me. I don’t understand why, but I’ll do as they say and treat her like my own sister.
[Today, Yolana broke Dad’s precious antique. She said it was my fault. Dad beat me until my whole body hurt. No matter how much I tried to explain, they wouldn’t listen. It makes me so sad.]
Each page revealed an overwhelming love for my parents.
As they read, tears blurred their vision. Despite being treated so unfairly, I still wanted to obey them.
What a good daughter I was, yet now, they could never see me again.
My father, overcome with grief, slapped himself repeatedly.
“It’s all my fault. I was such a fool. I brought Yolana back to make Grace feel threatened, to motivate her to do better, but I never imagined it would end up like this…”
