She slowly walked toward the cabinet and opened the two doors. There it was. The box. She cautiously placed it on the floor next to where she was about to sit. But instead of opening it, she just sat and stared. Each moment that passed gave her a little more reason to not to open it, but she knew she HAD to. She HAD to face reality. She took a deep breathe and got up JUST ENOUGH strength to open the box. Inside she found recipies, timers, and other items that belonged in her kitchen. But just as she was about to give up, there it was, the diary that her sister wrote in since she was 12. She remembered seeing it the day after the funeral, but she just couldn't bring herself to read it. The kids has just lost their parents, and now SHE was responsible for them. She had to be strong. But now they seem to be getting along better, although she could still tell at times that they missed their parents. But she needed her sister's help now. Just something, anything that would help her fix her life. As she pondered whether or not to open it, the diary slipped out of her hands and fell onto the floor, opened to an entry from Christmas 1993. Ava was about to close the diary and put it away, but then she saw her own name on one of the pages, and then it came back to her. That was the year she was dating Johnny and she brought him to Kansas to meet her family. Curiosity got the best of her and she just HAD to read it.