My hands were shaking as he handed me the book. "Don't worry. No matter what it says, you're still the same wonderful person, okay?” Damon tried to persuade me and I calmed myself down, but I was still terrified. There wasn't much on the first page. The writing was a little scrawled and only one date was listed: 03/31/1998. I swallowed. 1998 was the year before I was born. It was probably around that time that she had met my father. The next page was tightly written. In German, of course, which is why Damon frowned. At first glance I knew it was a letter. My gaze darted to the signature. She was not there. I sighed and started reading:
dearest daughter,
I'm sorry for being such a bad mother. I know I can never make it up to you, but let me explain. This book is a diary, maybe you will un
