Gone Home Epilogue
I took Sam's Diary, and went down from the attic. I decided to go sit on Sam's bed and decided to read what she written for me to read. Before I could read her diary, I cried knowing that I wasn't able to help her, give her some sort of advice, or console her whenever our parent's didn't understand. It was probably a good ten minutes before I got the nerve to finally read what Sam had left for me.
After about an hour of reading diary, I felt really tired, and after looking at the clock I realized that it was four-thirty, and I hadn't slept a wink of sleep on my flight here and my bags are still out on the front porch. So I decided to put a book mark in Sam's diary and laid down on Sam's bed as I slowly drifted off to sleep.