MY MOTHER’S OLD JOURNAL

There was only one person who I knew looked like that and that was—Vivian. “Thank you,” I whispered to my landlord, squeezing a couple of dollar notes into his hands as I rushed inside our old apartment. The musky smell of dust was the first thing to greet me immediately after I stepped inside. I walked into the small space which I converted into a room for my mum in the past. After searching each and every corner of the room, I still found nothing, not one document about the Harnes inheritance. My eyes landed on my mothers old journal, and I stretched my hand to pick it up. She always wrote in this old thing, and she valued it more than her life. I remember trying to throw it away once and she completely lashed out at me. I wonder what she wrote in here, that made her too busy to actually take care of me. I flipped through the book’s contents reading how my mother described her failed love life with my father. My eyes widened in shock when I read the contents of the next page. “My dea