Dear Diary,
I don't remember a time where it wasn't just my mother and I. Since childhood, since I could remember she has always been there. We always had each other.
She was always there. Every play, every teacher and parent day, whenever I was sad or happy. She was always there.
My mother deserved better. She deserved to live a happy life. She didn't deserve to struggle to meet ends met. She didn't deserve to have to constantly worry about hospital bills and a sickly child.
That smiling young face that I have always remembered is slowly being worn out. Wrinkles lined her forehead from constant worrying. Dark bags hung under her eyes from sleepless nights.
If I had one wish in the world. It would be to bring all the happiness to her.
Love,
Annabel
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Novela JuvenilDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel
