Dear Journal

Dear diary, my mother always said that a real woman is kind and kind to all the strangers she meets. I think that you and I can only introduce ourselves when you see that it is a stranger. My name is Abigail Leona Harman. I grew up in Thomasville, Georgia. I am just 18 years old and 4th. My father runs cotton plantation north of Florida's border. We live in a small white house with a blue shutter overlooking the cotton fields. The plantation is not that big, but only about 500 acres from the beginning to the end, this is my house, I do not trade anything.

In Bengali, "ghumiye kaada" is a common phrase. It is roughly translated as 'I'm sleeping like mud' - perhaps because of an unfamiliar ear, this may sound ridiculous. However, there is no other word appropriate for Piku. Dear diary, my son completed it twice in a few months, this is his first overseas trip. When I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt containing red and white gray slacks and striped pink socks, Pik seemed to be unconsciously losing consciousness. My boat carefully gathered him among my arms, chest, thighs.

It took me a long time to finally realize that the timing to open this journal and start writing was right. Last July I bought this magazine when I ran across the country with my close friend, Katie. It was a wonderful trip. Very "Katie & Jess" style is an unexpected adventure, normal experiences became special as it is "us" until the day before we left the lack of route. When I reviewed the expedition, I went back to the west and returned to the cool mountain air of Lake Tahoe and found myself! When my dear high school friends are skiing or snowboarding on a snowy mountain, they capture the adrenaline waves, and I find myself here. I am sitting. write. I am waiting for their return within a few hours. There are some gentle things to do when traveling with friends I know before puberty. I do not maintain intimate relationship with them, but understanding these people and informing them of their longevity is of great value.

Now I am older (smarter) age and I record it almost every day, but I am writing "Dear Diary" instead of the notorious "Dear Diary", I am writing now Dear Father "Because I communicate with God through my diary. Rather than using a diary to simply summarize my diary, I call God even through words sometimes written on paper.