September 15, 1550
Dear Diary,
Its just like the old boring life at my old home. Mom won't let me do anything. The ony thing I can do is play with Sally under the tree by the lake. But today was a little different, instead of me talking for Sally, she talked to me. I was so happy, now I know I wasn't alone. I have her now and we can always have fun.
Sincerely, Isis.
