18th October, 1987
Hello diary! How are you? I am busy today and yesterday. I can't write always. Today I go to school. I see very colourful walls. My teacher loves me. I love her too. She gives me chocolate. But I don't like that. It's smelly. But I don't tell my teacher that. She will be sad. I hide it and take it home and feed it to Pompom. She likes it. She likes smelly things only. Fish is smelly, she likes fish. Diary, I will tell you one secret today. Don't tell anyone. My dadda doesn't love me. He brings gummy bear for Tim brother, but nothing for me. I ask him for gummy bear but he shouts at me. Dadda doesn't love me. Dadda doesn't love anything about me. I am making a birthday card for Dadda. I will hide it. Okay diary my Mommy is calling me. It is food time! Bye!
23rd October, 1987
Hello diary. My Dadda's birthday is today. I did not give him the card. I am scared of him. But Dadda did not cut the cake. Mommy baked chocolate cake for him. It is very yummy! Dadda did not eat it. Dadda has no holiday. He went to work today again. I wanted to go out with him. But Mommy said no. She looks sad. She was crying a lot. I wiped her tears. She said she is not crying. But I know she is. She lied to me. But I love her. And I love Dadda. But I can't show the card to him. I drew his favourite things in it. He loves football and reading books. I drew one football and many books in the card. I wrote a small poem for him. I will show you but I will not show Dadda. I wrote this:
Dadda is so lovely
He loves to read and play
He smiles very nicely
But not everyday
Mommy, bro and Ella loves you very much
We all wish you a very happy birthday today
Mommy made a cake
I know you will love it
I made this card
I hope you will keep it
Happy birthday Dadda!
It is nice right? I made it on my own! Don't worry diary, I will write one poem for you also on your birthday. Good night!
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