I started writing a diary. Mainly because I feel the urge to and also because I would like my children… if I get any to read it and laugh at their ma.

Hmm, they would probably be too scared to laugh at me.

Today… well, tonight, I am going to do the unthinkable. I’ll find a way to contact my sister and also escape this hellhole-

Finally, I am getting out of here.

Today will be good to record in my books.

“Okay, my drawing just needs a few more ink. Yes, he looks more like the devil now,” I stroke the paper containing my dodo, softly.

“My beautiful creature.”...