This time I tossed the diary carefully beside me. I was taken aback this time, she could have died that day, or left helpless to die. But, why? even after such torment, she was holding herself up, why was she not afraid?
"Hey there, I can see frowning line on your face. If you want to, you can always share it to me, I will take your secrets to my grave, she said while combing her hair.
I want to but didn't knew about how much should I share and also you should not trust people, I just read it somewhere, but still I do want to trust her. She seemed kind and brain with a body kinda of person.
"Well, you know that my mom is super famous kind of in adult business and...." I told her story and she wasn't even shocked a little bit. " Have you read the entire diary?" she asked and then sat beside me. "You don't have to follow her steps, you don't have to be like her, I think what she is trying to convey through this is, you to be as strong as her, learn from her and create your own story. As you said, she told you not to let anyone see your crying face, it doesn't mean she hates you, it means she just doesn't want you to be weak, cause people wipe your tears infront and laugh at back and as soon as you get used to someone wiping your tears for you, you'll become dependent".
I was taken back by how beautifully she explained and made me realize that, what my mother actually meant and felt that time. I hope, this helps and I would love to speak more but, dear, we have a life and a night to enjoy. Get up and strip, or you want me to strip you..hahaha..." she laughed hysterically. We both burst into laughs, but then I noticed how beautiful human being she was and I was proud on myself for choosing her.