This is a private conversation…between a young girl and her diary…
Dear Diary,
I had never been loved in my life. I was found at the dump and was put on the doorstep of my so-called family. My family had never told me how much I meant to them, or even how much they love me. Instead, the opposite, I was abused everyday–both physically and emotionally. At the rate they performed, I was surprised that I am still alive.
Now, fourteen years later, I was found again-accidentally by the robbers that had placed me on the doorstep. I was surprised-very surprised. Because living with them was the first time I had experienced real, pure, genuine love. I regained my confidant and security once again. That was also the time that I realized that love and family doesn't have to be related in blood, but by loyalty, faith, and trust. If you're interested in this page of my diary…please listen to my story–the story of my life…
Signed,
Nicole Alicia Shannons
Dear Diary,
I had never been loved in my life. I was found at the dump and was put on the doorstep of my so-called family. My family had never told me how much I meant to them, or even how much they love me. Instead, the opposite, I was abused everyday–both physically and emotionally. At the rate they performed, I was surprised that I am still alive.
Now, fourteen years later, I was found again-accidentally by the robbers that had placed me on the doorstep. I was surprised-very surprised. Because living with them was the first time I had experienced real, pure, genuine love. I regained my confidant and security once again. That was also the time that I realized that love and family doesn't have to be related in blood, but by loyalty, faith, and trust. If you're interested in this page of my diary…please listen to my story–the story of my life…
Signed,
Nicole Alicia Shannons
