She was the only child of a small, happy family.
Her home was filled with love, warmth, and understanding. Her father and mother never shouted at her. Instead, they believed in teaching with patience and kindness. Her father was gentle and calm, always listening to her carefully. Whenever she felt afraid or confused, he was the one who made her feel safe.
Her mother was loving and caring. She supported her daughter in everything and encouraged her to dream big. They were not a rich family, but they were rich in love. Because of this supportive environment, the girl grew up confident and hardworking. She was always an academic achiever and made her parents proud.
Life felt perfect.
Then one day, her mother gave birth to a baby girl. The family was overjoyed. The girl was excited to become an elder sister and promised herself that she would protect the little baby with all her heart.
But happiness did not last long.
Just three months later, her father died in a tragic car accident.
In a single moment, her world collapsed.
With no other choice, her mother took both daughters and returned to their grandparents' house. But that house was nothing like the home they had lost. Though they had a roof over their heads, there was no warmth, no affection, and no care.
The grandparents never showed them love.
Slowly, the girl began to change. The child who once loved studying started to struggle. Her academic performance grew weaker day by day. No one encouraged her. No one asked how she was feeling. They were living at their lowest point.
One day, while cleaning old belongings, the girl found a diary.
It was fully written in her father's handwriting.
Her hands trembled as she held it.🥹
What's inside the diary?
👉 clicks Chapter 2