January 2nd, 2004 – I woke up late the next morning, refreshed and at ease, I don't have any idea of what made me so exhausted last night! I didn't do much to make me tired: I went to the market, bought my self a new outfit, (on sale might I add) and then later in the evening I went to the book shop to visit Dory. Oh well, I suppose that I am just tired from the past holidays. I went to bed so early I entirely forgot about the book – journal- whatever I picked up last night from Dory's shop. I shall make sure to read that today, but first I have to see if Father arrived late last night.
Later – I searched all throughout the massive mansion I call my home for Father but with no avail, he was no where to be found. He left a week ago on another one of his business trips to far off countries like England and the USA. I don't really know what he does for work, and I don't care to ask him, he isn't the type that one will answer my questions. I make it sound like he isn't a loving and caring parent, he is, but there are certain things that when one is in my household, you just don't do. He lets me do my own thing and I don't pry into his business. One thing that I always found odd about my father is that when other parents had their daughters stay away from boys, my father encouraged male friends more than female ones. I never complained about that, since it is how I met Dorian, and he has been my best friend for many, many years.
After I convinced myself that Father was sure to be back any moment I went to go read the mysterious journal of M.M.
Later, Midnight – I have only just begun to read the journal. On the first page I found out who the journal originally belonged to... Mina Murray. I have settled upon waiting until Father returns from his excursion. I want to be sure of whose journal I am about to read, and if they are related to me or if it is some odd coincidence. I am a bit startled but also intrigued quite a lot, for if she is related to me then I will learn something about my mother's side of the family. That's another thing that Father has never talked to me about, he told me that she died of a fever a long time ago, when I was very small, but beyond that he didn't tell me a thing about my ancestry on her side of the family, almost as if he was ashamed or something.