I was gathering my things from my palace in Austria to bring with me to Australia. I was attempting to Run. Holding both my valuables and one of my darling baby children, Marie. The other, Louis XVII was in my husband's arms, King Louis XVI. one of my precious objects was a diary. It may not seem as precious or valuable as say my diamond and pearl necklace or my sapphire and silver hair clips, but it is special to me and has been a huge and thankful part of me for the past eight years. It got given to me as a gift. My tenth birthday, to help improve with my French, by my tutor. Mama doesn't even know about it. Since then my writing really had improved but I can also share my feelings with someone who is not such a huge blabber mouth. ( mama)
