Dear Diary,
I'm sat here with salty tears cascading down my cheeks at the fact that I miss my beautiful mother. Everyday I find out something more about her. Everyday I miss out on being by her side.
I miss out on dozens of hugs a day, I miss out on thousands of smiles a week and a billion 'loveyou's a year!
I learn so much about her, does she know about me? Or is she still believing that I am dead?
I always wonder does she miss me like I miss her? Does she cry like I do? Does she feel like I do? Is she lost without me? Like I am without her.
I know that her favourite color is beige, she said it to a friend of hers at NCIS. I was watching her from the venting system. I know it is pretty plain but she loves it and it makes me smile.
I love my mother with all my heart. I left flowers on her desk today. I know it is a risk but I want her to know her birthday was not forgotten.
Its torture, I can watch her from afar but I may never get to hug her again, because if I do then uncle Ari says he will kill her.
I must go now Diary, he is shouting for me… I am in trouble again