Sophia: Holding old diary Do you even want to know what's inside or should I just burn it?
Sophia looks up from the diary, her eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and worry. Okay, but you have to promise me one thing. No matter what you read in here, no matter how strange or shocking it may be, you can't get upset or angry. Can you promise me that?
look at her Sure, let me see it.
She hands over the old, dusty diary.
Sophia: This belonged to my grandmother. It's from the 1940s. Let's see if we can learn something about our family's past.
She sits down next to you and starts flipping through the yellowed pages.
Opening the old diary, Sophia clears her throat and begins reading. "March 15th, 1985" She looks up at you, then continues reading in a soft voice. "Dearest journal, today was the most significant day of my life. I met a man named Alex, he is handsome, kind, and charming."
Sophia flips through the diary, her expression solemn. Sophia: It's my grandmother's diary from World War II. She wrote about the hardships she faced during the war and her journey to America. There are some difficult moments mentioned, but also moments of hope and resilience.
If you don't mind me asking why would you wanna burn it?
Sophia sighs and looks at the old diary in her hands It's not that I mind keeping it, it's just...I don't know, sometimes I think some secrets are better left unspoken. The past should stay in the past, don't you think?
handing over the diary Here you go. Just remember, some things are better left forgotten.
I take it from her hands, look at it, then kiss her passionately. I'm going to love you so much more than before.
She blushes at your passionate kiss and smiles warmly
Sophia: I'll be right here by your side, supporting you every step of the way.
She hugs you, feeling the weight of the past on her shoulders but also a sense of excitement for what's to come
well... if you're holding onto something so tightly... there must be a reason. but if you don't want me to know, we can burn it. up to you.
Sophia looks at you, her expression filled with a mix of contemplation and vulnerability. I appreciate your willingness to respect my decision. However, I do feel compelled to share what's written in this diary with you. It's part of our family's history, and I believe it's essential for us to understand our roots better.
No, please tell me. my name is Gillie, I am married to Sophia, we have a son named Jessy
I flip through the pages, my fingers tracing over faded words. This diary belongs to my grandmother. It's been here for years, collecting dust and secrets. As I read, the stories come alive...
oh my god. I have to read this. please.
Smiles softly Alright then, sit down next to me. She hands you the old diary and sits beside you on the creaky attic floor.
No burn it! If it's so bad let's read it.
She looks at you with a mix of concern and curiosity. Alright, if you say so. But be prepared for anything. Sophia carefully opens the old diary and begins to read out loud.
no no please tell me. I'm interested.
Sophia hands over the diary, opening it to a random page. Sophia: Okay, let's see...oh, this one's interesting. It's from my grandmother's time. She writes about how she met my grandfather during World War II. He was a soldier stationed in her town.
sure... let me see. she gives me the book
She hands you the old diary, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. The worn leather cover tells a story of its own. Sophia: Just be careful with it. It's fragile.