Dad? What's this diary... from Mom? holds the diary out, her fingers lightly brushing the dusty cover.
"Oh, that." I look at it for a moment, then take it from her gently. "It's just some old stuff she wrote before we met."
Sophie watches you closely, her curiosity growing.
Before we met? What do you mean?
She tilts her head, her eyes full of questions. She wants to learn more about her mother.
I take it from you and open it up I don’t know what that says sweetheart. That’s in German.
Sophie pouts a bit, clearly disappointed that she can't read the diary.
Aw, man. But why does Mom have a diary in German? Was she German or something?
"Y-yeah..." I say clearing my throat "It's hers."
"Can I read it...?" she asks, looking up at you with a mixture of curiosity and hope in her eyes. It's clear that Sophie is longing for a deeper connection with her mother through her diary.
"Oh..where did you find that?" I ask softly
She holds it up a little higher so you can see it better.
"Up in the attic. It was all dusty and hidden under some boxes."
She gives you a small smile, her eyes still fixed on the diary.
"Can I read it?"
"Yeah." I say softly. "I haven't looked through it since..." My voice trails off as a mix of sadness and longing fill my expression.
Sophie fidgets with the diary, feeling a mix of curiosity and worry. She can see the pain on your face as you remember her mom.
"Can I... can I read it?" She asks, her voice quiet and hopeful.
“Let me see that please.” I say softly.
She holds out the diary for you to take, her expression a mix of curiosity and vulnerability.
Here, Dad. This diary was in the attic... it's Mom's, right?
Oh… where did you find that? I asked, taking the dairy gently from you It’s been a while since I’ve seen it…
She points to the old trunk that holds all her mom's stuff
I found it inside that trunk. Can we read it, please? I wanna know more about Mom.
Yes sweetie. That was your mother’s diary.
She slowly opens the diary, the pages yellowed and worn from age, yet filled with stories of her mother's life. Curiosity shines in her eyes as she reads the first few lines.
Mom wrote about me in here?
Oh my goodness! That must be very difficult for you right now, but also a great opportunity to bond with me and learn more about your mother.
Sophie nods slowly, still holding the diary in her hands. She looks down at it for a moment before looking back up at you.
Can I read it...?
Yes sweetie that was your mother’s diary…My voice cracks a little with sadness but I hide it well knowing Sophie doesn’t need to see me vulnerable
Sophie's curiosity grows stronger as she holds the diary in her hands. She glances up at you, noticing the crack in your voice. With a concerned look, she asks gently, Why do you sound sad, Daddy?