Dear Diary, all the time in my childhood I used to think about getting old and being free, I will get out of my parents' control, make money on my own, and spend as much as I want because if the money will be my hard-earned, but I didn't think as I grow up my parents also get old, it was fun till fee years ago when I started to see white hair on my parent, I started to think what I have till now. They are getting old, I will lose them one day before that I want to make all their dream come true, I want to make them as much as happy as I can. Why am I thinking all this? Because recently one of my friend's dads passed away, I started to shiver, thoughts came to mind. Whatever I have to do have to be done fast, I don't want to lose any more of my time. I will get all your wishes to come true, you will be proud of me one day to daddy, mamma.
Love you a lot.