Han Villa.
After finishing her chores for the day, Xinyi sat down on her study desk and unlocked the drawer. She took out a small notebook, precisely her diary.
She opened the page to yesterday's date.
Xinyi had a habit of writing her memoirs in a diary. Old-fashioned, it may seem in this digital age, but she liked the smell of books and writing hand-written accounts of everything that she experienced. She felt more connected that way whenever she jotted down her emotions from her heart and onto the page.
She didn't get any time to write last night, and now she finally got the chance.
Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she slowly began writing.
'Today, in preschool, the teacher praised Siying for writing the best essay. Siying was so happy and excited that he couldn't stop himself from jumping up and down the whole time.'
Xinyi chuckled.
