My diary

September 8, 2018

Today I read my sister's diary, l thought it would be as embarrassing as my journal before, since she kept reading mine when l was 6 l thought of this as a revenge plan, l would humiliate her the same way she would, by reading out loud to everyone. But that plan backfired, l saw what a real diary is. Its not something fun or something to keep your juicy crush stories. It was something else, it was something or somewhere you can pour your heart in and share your experiences both good and bad. What l saw in my sister's diary was not something embarrassing, it was normal. It included things like she would be single forever but comforting herself that she would only want to focus on herself more, or about her and her best of friends big fight, though lm pretty sure she and her best friend made up. But.... what l saw in the last page my sister wrote on made me tear up. It was about her memories and dream about our lolo (grandfather), who is dead. Its funny just writing that word made me tear up. What she wrote there was something l didn't know of, after all she did write memories about him when she was still young l wasnt born yet. But all l know is he was the best lolo ever. She wrote this  "Lolo l dreamt of you. We were all in a party. You were standing on your feet, better than before. We chatted and you shared me photographs of your grandchildren. You kept it all those years because you loved us so dearly. You wanted me to do artwork, which l did terribly. Nonetheless, you still loved it with all your heart. I've received the tightest hug from you and l reciprocafed it without any restrictions. It felt so real lolo

However that moment l hugged you so tender, is likely never going to happen in real life. I feel so sad whenever l see your situation. How did this moment come? I've always viewed you as a really strong old man. A 70 year old man who still enjoys building things, fixing whatever is broken, washing clothes by hand. But now l cant stand seeing you in such a terrible state. I hope you get better. Please lolo.

I remember when l was a kid, you were my favorife grandparent. Simply because you told me l was youf favorite grandchild. I was the underdog, no one really paid attention to me because everyone was charmed by  my older sister -  and ever since you said l was your favorite, l grew attachment to you.

After school lunches with lola (grandma) was the best. You would pick me up from school with your big ass van then we'd have luch at cindy's then l get to play on the slide. Man! I would do anything to relive that moment. " it stopped there, if l were ever asked what was the most regrettable things l did, l would answer not being able to spend enough time with my grandparents

                                          ~sincerely Jade