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Our eyes met, his clearly saying that he was reluctant to
carry out the plan; I suddenly thought of stopping the whole thing
just to stay with him longer.
“Your place seems nice and warm,” he said, sheepishly, and
quickly added, “In your diary.”

He pointed at the ridiculous crayon drawing of my parents
and I holding hands jumped off the page, stabbing our eyes with
bright colors.

If remembered correctly, it was when I was six. Our family
went on a picnic at the lake. When I closed my eyes, I could
remember the fragrance of the glistening water under the sun, and
the enthusiasm of the children reverberating through the ground.
Bare feet crunched against the blades of the grass. My mom’s
chicken pie with her gravy was so good. Being born from my
mother’s womb was one of the biggest achievements in my life.

The first entry started: It was a sunny day.
Well, I came from the Capital, where the sun shines all year
long, embracing the cheerful hearts of the people. Life there was
like an eternal carnival.

I went on a picnic with mom and dad. The chicken pie is
the best. I love mom and dad and I will always be a good kid!
Of course, Liron had never tasted the chicken pie, and
I didn’t know how to cook.

‘Nice and warm,’ I mouthed, gravely, continued, ‘You like
it?’