i walked in tired from the long day i had had. I was never good at making friends, but somehow I had managed three.. i think, that jenna girl didn't seem to friendly with me. i sat own on my soft bed. missing my dad… i took out a piece of plain white paper and my calligraphy pen ready to write.
'Dear dad,
I miss you….'
iI stopped, not having the courage to write on. What was the point of writing to the dead? he was gone forever… fo-r-e-ve-r.
I remember him… even though he died when i was 3, i remember him singing to me, when i reached up for his sweet face his laugh.
tears streamed from my eyes as i lay on my bunk. Ade! she would help me… she seemed nice. i ran out of my cabin in search of her.
Subject: xeniya's cabin/persephone 
Tue Jan 29, 2013 6:30 am
