Story of My Life

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Dear Diary,

My name is Hattie Strong and I am messed up.

The water at the pond sparkled, the dew on the plants sparkled, and everything around me sparkled.

I was stuck in a blurred mess that I thought was life.


I used to have many friends, real parents, relatives....or at least I thought I did.

Memory may be a crucial factor for me because according to the people who I live with now claim that I had some disease that made me lose my memory. They say my parents left me at the orphanage because I had a disease as soon as I was born. But from what I remember, I got pushed down a well.

This may sound super crazy but I remember that I was picking berries for my mother so she can make her special icecream. I had gotten thirsty so I went for a drink at the well. As I  lowered the bucket down, I heard a soft voice. Someone behind me had muttered, "I'm sorry.." and pushed me into the well.

As I sunk into the water...black water seeped into me and my soul.

May 15,1950


















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