I am a diary, a beautiful diary. I was born in a famous factory. All the things which were produced there were brand-name. One day, I was bought by a boy. Yes, you’re right. I was bought by a BOY. It was quite strange, right..?
But after the day he brought me home, I changed my mind. I was extremely delighted because he treated me well. He put me in a safe place and he also wrote his feeling on me every day. I could know what happened on a day and his feeling clearly. I thought I had become the best ‘listener’ of him. Do you agree?
One day, my master wrote that he was angry with a boy who was called Jacky. He hated him so much because Jacky laughed at him during recess. But something happened later and it made me doubt. Jacky came to my master’s home and played with him happily. My master also treated Jacky in a friendly way and they just looked like friends. Did they become friends again?
Unfortunately, the answer was NO. At that night, my master wrote something bad of Jacky on me in spite of that they played happily together during the day. I was quite disappointed. My master was not frank and so hypocritical. Everything happened in the day was just a play. The happiness was fake.
Is everyone in the world wearing a mask? I wonder.