Dear Diary, i am so exhausted. It's just afternoon and i am so tired. All my limbs are aching and my stomach is grumbling for food. My mother made me clean the whole house, wash all the dishes and when i complained that i was tired, she slapped me really hard. When i fell, my head hit the corner of the sink and it began bleeding. Instead of helping me, she began muttering profanities. After nursing my injured head, i began to look for food. All i had found was some leftover lasagne. It wasn't enough but i did not dare say anything. My mother of course had the bigger piece and left the scraps to me. I think i will visit grandma right now.
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Dear Diary (Completed)
General FictionOpen Mary's diary and become one with her as you feel what she went through and learn her tale. A tale filled with tragedy, sorrow and hope.
