Chapter nine

Secrets from the past

When I was younger, I remember getting a diary as a gift from my mother. I wrote on it almost every day, about everything that happened in my life, but I refused to show it or confess to anyone that I had it. I would report everything I needed to and then tuck it under my mattress to make sure no one would ever read it. There were secrets kept deep in my soul, materialized in words, where my main subject was my father and that hatred he felt for me. The first time I realized that Claudio hated me was when I was ten years old, at least as far as I remember, there were probably other times that he had shown bad things in my respect and that I had witnessed, but I didn't remember any of them.

When I got back to my old house, I realized that things remained in the same place and that my old diary would probably still be there, stuffed in one of those dusty boxes, on top of my wardrobe. Desiree always respected my privacy, and she was the only one I let in my room.