September 28, The retched day.
I inhaled the sick air of the hospital room my father had been once in. My mother, my father. Dead. Why did this have to happen to me? I loved my parents so much. What have I done to hurt god? To get this pain? That leaves me unanswered. Who will I live with? I'm only twelve. Its not like I'm old or anything. Who could love me? I'm so ugly. That pale coat. And my name. My retched name! Exler. Why would I be named THAT? I don't know. Oh, I forgot to say. You're my diary. This was the last gift my mother had given me. I still remember her last words "Don't Forget That I Love You". Huh. That will be your name DFTILY. For don't forget that I love you. I'll write in you later.
