Dear Diary, today I would have celebrated Father's birth. But it would seem for naught, considering he is dead. His bitterness towards me I long to forget, but the love he gave me in the beginning I do not want to leave behind, Father you always favored Aldway, over me it was never an equal love, in the beginning or the end. Why...? Happy Birthday.. nevertheless.. you were the man that brought me into this World. If only.. if only you had the chance to forgive me for my so called "sins".
Goodbye...
A dagger is in the center of this page as if rage had overcome the writer.
