In this chapter I will tell you about my life as if it were my diary. Here I will write to you once a week from something. You can if you want to send me too.
I regret it a lot, no one noticed it, I only saw myself, continued on my life while he didn't even have one. When we came to live in this new neighborhood, I brought his diary with me, opening it, I found it empty, just like his life...