Tragic Diary
I hope the following story will touch your heart
and make you think.
October 5:
Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet. I am as small as the pollen of a flower, but it is I already. I will be a girl. I will have blonde hair and blue eyes. Nearly everything is settled already, even that I shall love flowers.
October 19:
I have grown a little, but I am still too small to do anything by myself. My mother does almost everything for me, though she still does not know that she is carrying me under her heart. She does not know that she is already helping me, and that she is even feeding me with her own blood. She is so good.
But is it true that I am not yet a real person? That only my mother exists? I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bead is still real bread. My mother is, and I am.
October 23:
My mouth is just now beginning to open. Just think--in a year or two I will be laughing; and later I will start to talk. My first word will be "Mama".
October 25:
Today my heart began to beat. It will beat softly for the rest of my life, never stopping! After many years it will tire, it will stop, and then I shall die.
November 5:
One month old today! I am growing continually. My arms and legs are taking shape, but I must wait a long time before those tiny legs will raise me to my mother's arms; before those little arms will be able to conquer the earth and befriend people.
November 12:
Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hand. How small they are! One day I'll stroke my mother's hair with them. I shall take her hair to my mouth and she'll say: Oh! Nasty! I want for the day when mama and I will take turns painting each other's fingernails.
November 20:
Only today that doctor told my mother that I am living here under her heart. How happy she must be! Are you happy mother?
November 25:
My mother and father are probably thinking about a name for me! And they don't even know that I am a little girl, so they are probably calling me "Andy." But I want to be called Barbara. I am growing so big.
December 5:
Two months old today! My hair is growing. It is as bright and shiny as the sun. I wonder what kind of hair my mother has?
December 13:
I am almost able to see, though it is night around me. When my mother brings me into the world, it will be full of sunshine and overflowing with flowers. I have never seen a flower, you know. But more than anything, I want to see my mother. How do you look mom?
December 24:
I wonder if my mother hears the delicate beat of my heart? Some children are born with sickly hearts, and the gentle finger of the doctor performs miracles to make them healthy. But my heart is healthy. It beats so evenly; Tup-tup, tup-tup...You shall have a healthy little daughter, mom!
December 28:
Today my mother decided I was an intrusion in her life and killed me.
Orginal Tragic Diary by H. Schwab
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