• A Comparison
  Yesterday after school, I saw two of my classmates kissing at the shops on their way home. They looked beautiful, like they were just right for each other. Daddy and I are sometimes like that, but not for the time being. He's pulled away from me, emotionally. He says getting into bed with him is no longer appropriate.

I know we love each other underneath, and the feelings that flow between us are beautiful. And that's the most important thing.

I don't think I will write any more in my diary for now. I'm feeling a bit depressed over losing my right to get into Daddy's bed in the middle of the night to just be together. I'll probably start writing the diary again later, when I feel better.