Board 8 > 7 diary entries, from a child covering their alcoholic father's death.

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Did you just write this?

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Nah, Chris wrote it, from that purged topic of his that he'll write what b8 asks him to.

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Aww, I lost to SuperNiceDog, Winner of the Rivalry Rumble Guru Contest

where is part two of extha's crazy london adventures?

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Ah, thanks for saving this. I went to write something and found out it had purged.

I'll write for this today.

Although I'll note that board 8 will bump a dumb write up topic forever, but when I am promising to write a lot of cool things my topics purge. Funny how that works.

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Sir Chris
The Cult of Personality.

oh snap!

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I am still hoping for my writeup suggestion.

Bring it on, dark subject matter!

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Entry Four

Dear Diary,

It has been over a week since my last entry, and something terrible has happened. My daddy has left us. Mama said that he went quietly in his sleep and that he is in heaven now and I should be happy and not sad but I still see the tears running down her face when she reckons no one is looking. I yelled at her that she would have got a doctor but she hit me hard several times after that saying not to question her. I don't know why the doctor didn't come. Doctors make everything better and even I knew daddy was sick I just wanted him to be better! Why couldn't they make him better! It is so unfair!! Daddy won't be here anymore and when I think about it I cry and it is just not fair! I want daddy! I have not prayed at all since daddy left, God did not listen anyway. It is all useless. I miss him so much...

Mama says to be strong, but I don't wanna be strong. I want Daddy.




Then what Chris?

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Then what?

Entry 1

Dear Diary,

Today was a long day. Mama and me had to go out and chop cotton in the fields until the sun set. I can feel the heat in my skin still. I just know it is going to burn when I wake tomorrow. Despite how tough it was though we sure did manage to pick a lot of cotton and mama was really proud of me , even if she didn’t acknowledge me on the way home I know she was proud.

Daddy came home not looking well. He doesn’t look well a lot these days. He raises his voice to mama, its just his way of telling her how much he loves her. That’s what I heard her say one time, so I know that’s the way of things. I wish daddy wouldn’t show his love that way. He’s scary when he starts to yell, and sometimes he doesn’t remember my name. I reckon my name is pretty hard to get right, but even so I wish daddy would be gentle like he used to be before he started to work at the local blacksmith. I know daddy works hard and I know his back hurts him and I know he loves us I just wish he’d look better instead of worse. That’s what I really and truly pray for to God above every day and every night.

I better stop for now, I have to get up before the rooster does or else mama is going to raise a fit.

Entry 2

Dear Diary,

Daddy was really mad when he woke up this morning. He didn’t go to work and made mama stay home with him. I wanted to ask why but I know my place. Mama looked really sad when daddy talked to her but she told me to get going on my own to the fields. I was in a lot of pain by the time the sun set. I didn’t chop nearly as much as mama and me chop together. I have blisters all over my hands from gripping the handle too hard. I met a boy out there named Thomas. He had pretty brown eyes and liked to grin a lot. I worked while I talked but I fear I might have slowed down only just a little though. When I came home mama hit me for not working hard enough. I told her how hard I worked and she hit me again and called me a liar.

Daddy was at the head of the table drinking and talking to someone I could not see. His skin was usually dark but his face looked pale. I tried to talk to him but mama took me by the arm and slammed me into my room. I do not know why mama is so upset I have not done anything wrong. I think she should be more worried about daddy he looks so unwell still. I think mama is being stupid and should get a doctor. I do not know why she doesn’t daddy is so sick. I do not want to get into more trouble tonight mama might take a rolling pin to my backside but I will bring it up in the morning. Mama is shouting about the candle being on so I have to go now.

Entry Three

Dear Diary,

Daddy didn't go to work again today. Mama made me stay home with her to help around the house. Mama doesn't look well but daddy looks a lot worse than her. Daddy didn't leave his bed today. I spoke with him and he smiled at me but didn't talk a lot. He nodded and patted my head and when he did talk he just said how much he loved me. I asked him about the doctor and he said he just needed rest. I trust daddy to know best.

I was sad that I couldn't see Thomas again. He was nice. I was looking forward to it but I didn't want to upset mama and did a she bade me. The chores around the house passed the time although it was very lonely. Mama was in the bedroom tending to daddy and that took up most of her time. I am sure all of my worry is for nothing, if daddy says he will be fine he will be fine and that is just going to the way of things. I know he wouldn't lie to me about such important matters and I will just put the the matter aside.

Mama isn't yelling at me tonight but I am a big girl now and I know when it is time to blow my candle out. I am sure I will bring better news tomorrow, daddy is always right.

Entry Five

Dear Diary,

My Daddy’s funeral was today. I was strong and didn’t cry at all until I was sure no one was looking. I am sure Daddy is proud of me, he must be. I do not understand why we put daddy in the ground. Daddy can’t like it down there. I know his soul is in heaven now but he shouldn’t be in the ground! This is all wrong. I don’t want to be alone with Mama she scares me. She is always yelling and nagging. Daddy’s only been gone a week and she’s already getting rid of his things. They are his! Not hers. Why does she want to move everything I just want everything to be the same but it can’t be the same and she’s just ruining everything. I hate her so much. I just wish she’d quit messing everything up.

She won’t let me see Thomas. Says I have too much to do to go strutting around with an older boy. She doesn’t know anything! Thomas actually likes me. He thinks I am funny. He likes to spend time with me. All she does is shut the door to daddy’s bedroom and throws everything away. She should have died instead of daddy.

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Sir Chris
The Cult of Personality.