Disclaimer: I Only own Lydia.
January 24th 1974,
Tiffany almost caught me moving, but luckily she thought rationally.
Her Mom is her only parent due to the fact her Father is in prison.
Today Tiffany lugged me around, and told me I was her special doll, and only friend...
It's hard to believe.
She's afraid of her Dad, he hurt her a few times.
It infuriates me...People who hurt children are no better than murders.
If I ever meet the man...
I'll have to stop writing soon...I don't know Tiffany's sleep habits, yet.
I think from now on I'll be her silent protecter.
She needs me and I need her.
We're perfectly fit to be friends forever.
Right?
My gut tells me otherwise...