Page 26 of My Thursday Throwback

Dear Diary,

Today was a good day. Daddy was out of town for the week and I promised Mike I would be a good girl. I was too. Mama and I went shopping to get me a pair of new shoes. She bought the ones I didn’t like, but a promise was a promise. We had ice cream and got our toes done. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I can’t. The words seem to get stuk in my mouth like old choklate left over after Easter.

I don’t love her.

I don’t think she loves me but is stuck with me.

One day, when I am all growed up, I am going to marry a man who loves me and not make me pretend to be a good girl. He is going to love me when I am bad, mischevus, and even when I get a little sad.

Lately, I have been getting a little sad a lot.

Mike tells me I have to talk it out. Explain to those who make me feel bad, how their words and actions make me sad. When I try, I just get into more trouble.

I will just put all my words in here.

My diary is my friend.

I trust the dairy.

I don’t trust people.

Zelda Marie Fitzsimmons, age 10.

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