EDIT: I just mowed down my old author's notes here. They looked like they were as long as the text, Jesus Christ. What was I thinking two years ago? The story text is unaffected by the way.
Short note = happy note, please and thank you.
DQFM
It was only after the last casket had been lowered that her daughter found the books. Tucked away, side by side, in one of her inconspicuous drawers. Somehow it seemed appropriate. Somehow still, it didn't. Oh, sure, she'd heard their spoken story many times, yes. But to see it written in front of her, in an ink older than she was... that changed things. It told her how much he meant to her mother, that the books were saved all this time. They came to rest together, side by side, much like both of their respective owners. But they had something special. A story that deserved to be told and read, not to rot away in one of the many bureaus of an attic. She decided to do the old memoirs a service; carefully, she picked the two old journals up, and went to a nearby desk. Placing the tomes onto it's faded wood surface, she flicked on the lamp. With a tear welling up in her eye, and threatening to break free onto her cheek, Allie decided to start with her mother's book first. With a gentle but quick turn of the cover, she kicked up the acrid smoke of dust such that it caught in the dim glow of the lamp and almost appeared as snow. As the lazy particles drifted out of sight, Allie read the first page.
Kuki's Diary. DO NOT READ.
Allie chuckled a little, further agitating the dust, and turned the yellowing page.
Dear Diary,
My mom wants me to write in you. She says that you're a special book, and that when I'm older, I'll be glad to have these memories. I think that's silly, they ARE memories after all! I can bring them back any time I want! Besides, why would I want to remember a time I wrote in a book anyway? But she also said I should write while we were settling in. That I get, with all the moving and stuff. I'm really sad that I had to leave my old friends behind, but maybe I'll meet a new friend here in my new neighbourhood! That'd be great!
Kuki. June 18th, 2004.
Allie pondered that date for a moment, and was glad her mother's mother had taught her to do that. 2004 meant that Kuki would have been 10. That, according to Kuki, was the age that she had met her father, Wallabee. With the solemn wipe of a tear from her eye, Allie decided to continue, as if her mind hadn't been made up the second she found the two diaries.
KND isn't mine. It belongs to some random guy named Tom Warburton. Ugh, why's he get to own it? … Hold on… Okay, my sources tell me he actually created the show. Well, that would sure explain it, huh?
Warburton is the man.
DQFM