Dear Journal,
It's me again…. Emma Swan….. It's my birthday today. Some kid came to my apartment claiming to be my son that I gave up for adoption when I was in jail. There isn't a moment that I don't think about him. But boy, oh boy, does he ever look like his father! He's got his ambition too…. And his drive. I've only known him for five minutes and yet….. I love him with my whole heart. Weird kid! That isn't the strangest part. He came all the way from this town called Storeybrook. On his own…. To tell me that I am this savior. I'm not even sure what that means. I don't even want to know. Maybe I do. Maybe I'm too scared to know. But this is apparently my son. Would it hurt to play along for a little while? Would it be so bad? So wrong? I don't even know his adoptive parents….. What do they do? I'm almost too afraid to ask. But this is my son. I need to know if I made the right decision giving him up. But this savior stuff? Me breaking this curse? Me being the product of true love? Snow White and Prince Charming's daughter? I'm going to play along with this theory… This game…. This idea… This story…. For a little bit. Just to see where it leads too. Who knows where it could lead too. I mean, if it means finding my own parents…. However weird it may be…. Wouldn't it be worth a shot? Yea. Maybe I will play along. Just out of curiosity… Yea….
E.S.