I look at my window as his car pulls away. I forgot what happiness had felt like until today. I go over to my desk and grab my dairy that Dad gave me to write my feelings in. He said it might make me feel better. Well I refused to write in it for the longest time, but I had a thought that maybe if I called it Sadie, then I might feel like I'm talking to her. I open it and grab my pen.
π·πππ πππππ,
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πΏππ£π,
ππππππ‘β‘οΈ
I closed my diary and put it back on my desk. I then switched my light off and snuggled in bed. Tomorrow is a new day...and for once I'm excited for it to come.