Mermaid By the Shore Chapter 14

Tuesday, June 7, 1994, cloudy to overcast

He brought me a newspaper, so I knew what month and day it was. Of course, I wasn't sure it was today's newspaper, because it was used to wrap steamed buns. However, living underground, I couldn't ask for more. A diary with a date looked much more formal.

Looking back now, the habit of keeping a diary probably started in primary school. At that time, the diary was also part of the homework, and it had to be submitted to the teacher for inspection and correction. I was always an obedient child, so I wrote every detail in my diary, just as seriously as I did my homework. After entering middle school, I didn't have to submit my diary every day, but I kept this habit until now.

A diary, of course I have to keep a diary. In these years, except for the days when I was groping in the dark and unconscious, I have not missed a single day of my diary. So, this diary is no longer complete. If it could speak, it would definitely say, Master, Master, I am no longer worthy of keeping a diary. Haha, I would tell it, it doesn't matter, this is how we are worthy of each other.

Is it strange that I, who am not worthy of being a daughter, or even a human being, have an "unworthy" diary?