Summary

I watch her as she stares at me.
I've never noticed how her brown eyes glow in the light.
I had never noticed much about her until now.
I mutter a few choice words that would probably have my mother rolling in her grave.

She knows now.
The nobody knows the one thing I've never even wanted my father to know.

She begins to speak but it comes out a jumbled mess.
It's kind of cute actually.
Before I could open my mouth, she sprints out the door.
I walk quickly from the piano over to the doorway to see that she had dropped something.
Feeling the soft brown leather cover, I open up to the first page.

"Dear, diary."