ELARA" I should give you some time alone with it." The old woman whispered. " When you are done, come find me, child." I didn't stop her. I let her go and then looked at the first page of the diary. For one moment, I couldn't read what was written—I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Her thoughts were inside this diary. Her fears, her magic, her regrets, and all the things she had wanted to tell me but never got the chance to say.I had spent most of my life believing I didn’t have anything from my mother.Now, suddenly, I had hundreds of pages of her. My throat tightened.I pulled my knees closer and rested the diary against them before slowly forced myself to start reading. ' For my Esme....My little moon,If you are reading this, then I was not brave enough to stay. I don’t know how much time will pass before you find this book, but I hope that wherever you are when you read it, you are safe.More than anything, I hope you grew up knowing you were loved.I don’t know what pe
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