My Diary
October 2:Today my life began my parents do not know it yet. I am as small as the pollen of a flower, but it is i already. I will be a girl. I will have blonde hair and blue eyes. Nearly everything is settled already - even that i shall love birds.
October 19: I have grown a little, but i am still to small to do anything by myself. My mother does everything for me although she does not know that she is carrying me under her heart. But i am a real person just as a crumb of bread is still real bread. My mother exists, and i do too.
October 23: My mouth is just now beginning to open. just think - in a year or so ill be laughing, later ill start to talk. My first word will be "mama" or "dada".
October 25: Today my heart began to beat. It will beat softly for the rest of my life, never stopping. After many years it will tire and stop. Then i shall die.
November 2: I am growing continually. My arms and legs are taking shape, but i must wait befor these tiny legs will raise me to my mothers arms; before these little arms will be able to conquer the earth and befriend people.
November 12: Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. How small they are. One day I'll stroke my mother's hair and tell her how nice she is.
November 20: Only today the doctor told my mother that i am living under her heart. How happy she must be! Are you happy mother?
November 25: My mother and father are probably thinking about a name for me. And they dont even know that im a little girl, they are probably calling me "Andy." But i want to be called Barbara. I am growing so big.
December 10: My hair is growing. It is as bright and shiny as the sun. I wonder what kind of hair my mother has.
December 13: My eyes are almost fully developed, although the lids are still shut. When mother brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and overflowing with flowers. I have never seen a flower, you know, but more than any thing i want to see my mother. How do you look mother?
December 24: My fingers and toes are fully formed. even my nails are beginning to develop.
December 26: I wonder if my mother hears the delicate beat of my heart? Some children are born with sickly hearts, and then the gentle fingers of the doctor perform miracles to make them healthy. But my heartis healthy. it beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. you shall have a healthy daughter, mother.
December 28: Today my mother killed me.
If you're grown up enough to have sex, then you're grown up enough to take care of a child.
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October 19: I have grown a little, but i am still to small to do anything by myself. My mother does everything for me although she does not know that she is carrying me under her heart. But i am a real person just as a crumb of bread is still real bread. My mother exists, and i do too.
October 23: My mouth is just now beginning to open. just think - in a year or so ill be laughing, later ill start to talk. My first word will be "mama" or "dada".
October 25: Today my heart began to beat. It will beat softly for the rest of my life, never stopping. After many years it will tire and stop. Then i shall die.
November 2: I am growing continually. My arms and legs are taking shape, but i must wait befor these tiny legs will raise me to my mothers arms; before these little arms will be able to conquer the earth and befriend people.
November 12: Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. How small they are. One day I'll stroke my mother's hair and tell her how nice she is.
November 20: Only today the doctor told my mother that i am living under her heart. How happy she must be! Are you happy mother?
November 25: My mother and father are probably thinking about a name for me. And they dont even know that im a little girl, they are probably calling me "Andy." But i want to be called Barbara. I am growing so big.
December 10: My hair is growing. It is as bright and shiny as the sun. I wonder what kind of hair my mother has.
December 13: My eyes are almost fully developed, although the lids are still shut. When mother brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and overflowing with flowers. I have never seen a flower, you know, but more than any thing i want to see my mother. How do you look mother?
December 24: My fingers and toes are fully formed. even my nails are beginning to develop.
December 26: I wonder if my mother hears the delicate beat of my heart? Some children are born with sickly hearts, and then the gentle fingers of the doctor perform miracles to make them healthy. But my heartis healthy. it beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. you shall have a healthy daughter, mother.
December 28: Today my mother killed me.
If you're grown up enough to have sex, then you're grown up enough to take care of a child.
Comment if you must