Men and women in black suit and dress fill up my yard. I looked at my reflection for the second time in the mirror. A thin-looking fourteen years old girl with black hair and an expensive dress stared back at me. Smoothen my dress for the last time, I opened the front door and feel the sun warm up my face. The muttered stop. Each of them scurried over when they saw me and express their condolences. The girl who has no mother has lost her beloved father. Women looked at me with sympathy. Men murmured under their breath about how kind my father when he was alive. They try to approach me with their concern, to make me think that they are the only one who cares about me. Try to take their advantage from a grieving daughter. Try to ensure I eat properly, dress properly, behave properly, and study properly so they can persuade me to share my father's ownership. Personally, I don't care about that. My grandmother will take care of that. My mind still in the room where my father speak his last word to me, 'Take care of that, protect it with your life. Promise me.' After that he closed his eyes and leave me alone. Standing beside my father, I know that my life is in danger.
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The Lost Diamond
General FictionEmilie, a fourteen years old girl and her nephew, try to find and protect the long-lost family diamonds which believed to be cursed and cost Emilie's mother life. Will they be able to find and protect the diamonds?
