"Dear.. I am entrusting you my diary." My grandmother, that I sees as a Mother said.

"Grandma, will that be okay..?" That's her diary, so, how could I?

She smiled calmly at me, instead of answering my question, she tapped her lap, gesturing me to sat down.

"Do you wanted to hear a story?" My eyes twinkle of what I heard as soon as I nodded my head.

But, in the end, I regretted it. She wasn't the protagonist.