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Today was not so good. I only sold two bunches of flowers and I am worried about what I may eat tomorrow. Life seems so simple sometimes but I find myself struggling to survive. I often wonder if what I am doing is worth it. I hope for the best but wonder if anyone would even care if I just disappeared of the face of the Earth one day.

I had such a pleasant dream of being a flower girl last night. I was in a pink dress and had a ribbon in my hair. I felt so beautiful and I was so happy. I know that this is what I want to make of my life and I will do anything to get it.

I am going to pray tonight for these things. I can't continue to be a silly flower girl at the street market. No body ever respects me and the rich people are so rude to me. Why just today, a silly boy named Freddy knocked over my flower basket and didn't even pick them up or help to pay for them. I also met these two linguists, and some reporter who harassed me. He claimed he could make me into a lady in just a few months. I wish he would.

Dear Diary,

The last time I wrote I mentioned those two linguists. Well I decided to go to their residence and I have the best of news! They have taken me in and are transforming me into a lady. The men's names are Henry Higgins and Col. Pickering. The house is very beautiful and I can eat all the chocolates I please.

The training to become a lady however is not easy. Mr. Higgins and Pickering have me using various machine thingies that will teach me to speak properly. Henry can be such a rude and arrogant man. He frustrates me so!

I sometimes think of myself being with Henry. He is so rude to me but I feel a strange connection to him. I admire him. Better yet I adore him. Enough about him though. I feel like everyday I am coming closer and closer to breaking the barrier of my speech. Henry and Col. Pickering both seem to be noticing a difference and having fun.

Dear Diary,

I AM A LADY! I went to a ball and met the Queen and she absolutely adored me. As well as everyone else, I felt to free and wonderful. As Henry and Col. Pickering keep saying, I have passed the test. No one has found out my true identity and I hope it will be lost forever.

Henry and I got into a huge argument afterwards however. He is taking absolutely all of the credit for himself and thinks that I had absolutely nothing to do with my change. I beg to differ, I've worked extremely hard and have brought myself to become a lady, not made one.

I will definitely show him, I am packing as I am writing this. I don't know where I will go but I know I need to get away from here. He really does not understand how to treat a woman, let alone love one. It may be awhile before I write again but I am going to do the right thing.