His Diary
I found my Father’s diary the other day. He always told me to be grateful for my life, for the freedom that I have. But I never truly understand the reason why until I read the words. The heart and soul of my father, poured out onto the pages. I can’t imagine the struggles my grandmother went through, or the life I might have had if she hadn’t loved and hoped the way she did. Hope is the key to freedom, the key to a better life. I will never lose hope. Things will get better. For the hope given to me by grandmother and father, I will be forever grateful.
