Its mila 👁 Dont be scared. Its jus mila. Guys, this is actually my diary but its going to be my last one. And im mentioning 'guys' because this last part of my diary is meant for all of you out there to know what am i actually going through for these past 10 years im living. In school , I have no friends except for the white plain walls. When i come home, its just my little baby brother and me. If you're wondering where are my parents, they are always not at home. I mean like you know 'working parents'. My life was great till i reached 8 years old .
Everything changed. My life changed. Happiness flew to wonderland. Sadness arrived at the door of my heart. I hated life. My mother got remarried. When I say 'remarried' that doesnt mean its a bad thing. I was 5 and all I wanted was love. Love and love and love.
I had a baby brother when I was 8. I was so happy. He was like this cute little pillow. One day (sounds like a fairy tale now but its not ,its my life) my mother went off to work and I had flu so I stayed back. It was bored. I had to see my little brother. So i went upstairs, opened his door and what I saw changed my life. It was *someone knocked on my door* *ignores the knock and continue writing* *and it happened again*
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The Unwanted Knocks
Kinh dịWelcome to 24th November 2045 🙂 you are about to read a dairy belonged to a young girl, Mila 👁 If you cant stand the truth, then keep on scrolling 🙂
