Dear Diary,
1988
I've finally moved out of my mother's home. After years of not meeting her expectations or being yelled at without reason, I found myself a job. Saved up money and moved into this beautiful home with bushes of flowers and bright, living trees. As a floral gal, I've gathered some money from work, (even though it wasn't much because my job treats women as toys) and went to the nearest shop I could find. Oh, I could express this entry with all the joy I've felt walking into the shop. Only, my joy dampened when I saw mother in the shop, with a cart full of sunflowers she knew I adored. Thankfully, the shop owner took care of me outside and allowed me to pay the amount far from the serving desk. I had scurried off though, as mother was close to paying for her flowers. I bought a small bucket of daises as my lover adored them most of all. Do you think I should plant them next to my blossoms? Nothing's better than expressing love in multiple ways. In fact, he's coming over later to help with my bedroom. I'll show him and have him plant it beside my flower. Nothing completes a home better than a loved one marking their place with pure love and care as my lover provides those two.
Isla Thatcher
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Fanfictionisla thatcher was known to be the sweetest and most selfless soul to live in South Carolina, earning a nickname, Candy. On her 23rd birthday, shortly after receiving a gift from her unnamed lover, it was rumored that she was killed. The newspaper la...
