Before I begin, I would like to tell all the readers that- this is based on a true story, beside few parts have been added to make it logical. I have re-named the characters of the story and the locations. Also, english is not my first language so please excuse my mistakes. Please make sure u comment or advice so I can continue.
HERE IT BEGINS,
"PLEASE DON'T READ THIS" a blue diary under mum’s bed, caught my eyes when I was looking for mum's special heels that she hides under her bed. I was 15 and of course when I see something which says "don't read it....." well of course I have to read it. I took the diary out and flicked to the first page. There was a big note saying "This is my personal diary please don't read it." For a minute I thought maybe I shouldn't read it, maybe there is something in this diary that I shouldn't know, or may be its something fun that mum is trying keep surprise for us. Us refers to my 4 other siblings, actually 3 now. Well, I promised myself that if I find something that I shouldn't be reading I will put it back and decided to turn few other pages (but chances were very low). Cause really who wants to miss a chance of reading a personal diary :-).
"I love you" my eyes opened up widely when I saw block letters written with blood in the second page. I closed the diary and put it down on the bed. May be this is not a good idea, I told myself when I heard my sister calling my name. "I am here" I said loudly while I hide the diary under the bed where it was. "Did you find it?" she asked me. "Find what?" I replied back nervously. "What you came looking for.......Mum's shoes?" "Oh ya, maybe it’s under diary, I mean in bed." She laughed - "what's that supposed to mean? Anyway I am going out... miss me...." she rushed out.
I stood in that room for a while thinking should I read the diary or not. Then I thought- maybe it's mum's personal thing that she doesn't wants to share. So I came out of the room and went to see what my other siblings were doing. I went to my brother's room and sat in the sofa. He came in with a DVD in his hand and asked me "do you want to watch action movie?". I just stood up and said "I am not in mood", beside that I wouldn't waste my time watching stupid action movies with my brother. I went back to my mum's room and saw that she was trying to fix something in her bag. I just asked her randomly "mum how were you when you were young?". She looked stunned and laughed at me saying "why would you ask that?". I just shook my head and walked out of the room saying "don't worry... just asking".
The next day, I was watching TV in my room. Mum came in and asked me "did you read the blue diary from my room?". My heartbeat grew faster and I didn't have any decided not to answer that question. I just ignored her question, while she got the remote and turned the TV off. "What?" I said, she repeated "did you read the blue diary which was under my bed?" I didn't speak for few minutes “I was just looking for something yesterday under your bed.... Oh ya that diary! I thought I saw something next to it but I didn't bother looking." She sat next to me and said "listen dear, I want to tell you something". Here it comes, I said to myself in my head. She stood up and asked me to follow her in her room. I was confused and thought maybe I did something horrible trying to read somone's personal diary.
We were at mum’s room while she handed me the blue diary and told me “here you go… I knew this day would come when I had to hand you this.” We were both quite for a very long time, and then she added “this is your sister’s diary…” In in head I thought -why would she hand me my sister’s diary. Tears rolled down her eyes and her voice refused to pop out of her heart. She looked in my eyes and told me “this diary belonged to your eldest sister Gina, she wrote this diary when she was about your age. You can have it if you want.” My blood froze and I couldn’t say anything. I held the diary close to my heart and couldn’t stop the tears running down my cheek.
I ran into my room and thought about the days when Gina was with us in this world. The only memories I had of Gina were going to the Buddhist temple near my house and seeing her in that bride dress. I was too young to understand what happened to her. I shut my eyes holding the diary in my hand, the memories came to life and I thought about the day when I was in school trying to solve a maths problem. I still remember it like today; one of my teachers came in the class and asked me to pack my bag and get ready to go back home. I was actually happy for a minute thinking I get to go back home and wouldn’t have to worry about solving that maths equation. I packed my bag and walked out of the classroom. I saw one of my uncles waiting for me outside. He took me home and asked me to get ready to see my sister for the last time.
