Reason to Live: Triela's Diary
Entry 4: The Eighth 'Dwarf' and Elsa de Sica's Case
December 25th,
Dear, Diary
It's Christmas! And I receive…two Steiff Bärs. Same old Christmas gift every year. I received two of them; one from ol' Hillshire, the other from Mario Possi, the guy I released the other day. Now I regretted why I decided to ask for the same gift to Hillshire. I knew I should've asked for something else! Now what am I supposed to name the last one? The girls suggested many names but the one that interested me the most is…
"August," I said with confidence "That's the name I suggest; Hillshire's birthday month!"
…August. Yes, its Hillshire's birth-month but really, it sounds nice! Not because it is Hillshire's birth-month, but seriously it sounds nice!
After his name is given, I follow up with my usual ritual: tying bowties on them! While tying one on him, there it was today! A guy named Fermi and probably his girlfriend Elenora. I can say that Fermi is rather cute with his beard and moustache, but it's a pity he already has someone. Like I care about him anyway!
I close the diary for a moment, letting out a small laughter before I continue commenting, "Wow…this is REALLY a different Triela from the one I knew…"
I toss August towards the rest of his friends after he came into the room with the help of Rico. I don't want to be seen playing with dolls and all, because I have a different figure outside of my dwelling.
"Which I am supposed to clean all the time…and it is OUR dwelling! OUR room! Not yours!"
They came to ask about Elsa de Sica. I didn't know too much about her, but what I can recall is how she is in our 'class'; separated from the others, unlike Henrietta and Rico. He started asking all sort of stuff, including our conditioning processes. Well, I explained that conditioning is like 'love'…which I can say that it develops into 'love'. What is love anyway? I can't even find my own true feelings as we are under constant watch of the agency, deciding our fate all the time. So what is love? Is this feeling towards Hillshire really 'love'? Or is it something that came from the conditioning process? Heaven knows…
I pause after reading the last paragraph and sighs deeply, "This is really one reflective diary…I feel guilty reading this…" I pause, "But this is, a guilty pleasure!"
He left soon after, and I joke him to bring flowers in next time. That afternoon after we're issued a 'short notice vacation' he called, which is a moment ago. Yeah, he caused me to forget what am I going to wrote here in this diary by asking 'where are José and Henrietta'. I told him they're in Sicily and that the phone might be bugged…in a way to send him off so I could finish writing, and start packing.
By the time I finished reading his 4th entry, the urge to flip the next page grew larger; just like reading a romance novel. The small book contains lots of reflection and thoughts; which I CAN'T afford to miss! And so, I move on to the next…
December 26th-28th,
Dear, Diary…