when will my life begin?

[aurelia rose moore]

dear diary ,

what can i possibly say? i had totally forgotten that you even existed, which is evident since my last entry was a bunch of untidy scrawl from when i was about seven years old. my goodness, was it really all that long ago that i last wrote? i don't even remember when i touched the leather spine of this book last, let alone when i wrote the entry that complains of being stuck in this house. and sadly, many of those are the same entry.

i see that little has changed over the last few years, because i feel like i really only have that to say anymore. mother still refuses to let me out, which she claims is to protect me from the cruel world and selfish people who lurk just outside the door. and although i don't see why she would lie to me about such a thing, i long to go out there and look for myself. i want to get my own impressions of the people out there and see what there is to see, especially those lights that appear once a year around the time of my birthday. i'm getting bored of this house and the dress shop, with only a tiny little garden out back in which to escape. and even there, mother has surrounded it by a fence that has steadily grown over the years. i can't see a thing, but i can still hear the people on the other side laughing and running around, the barking of dogs and laughter of small children....

i've made up my mind, diary. when those lights and sounds appear in the next few days, i'm going to go. i'm going to wait until mother has left and find time to sneak out, to see them before they disappear again. i can't let another year slip by without at least trying to find out what's waiting out there for me! it's time for my life to really begin! okay? here i go....

xo aurelia

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