Dear Diary. Here I am again, after leaving you for a day. Time to continue my history, since now the real trouble starts. Well... time to get writing. Father was proud. He was happy, joyful, and proud. I can't blaim him. He was loathed by other masters for his 'compationate son'. But now he was honored. It went from compationate to brutal. I must admit I enjoyed that brief time. For the first time in my life, I had someone that looked after me, loved me, just for the wrong reasons. A year passed... read more
