C1 Chapter One

Deborah's Pov

We just arrived from the airport where my dad and elder brother came to pick me up. It's been three years and I just returned from the UK where I had gone to study before deciding to come spend the holiday with my family here in our small town.

I went upstairs to my room and found it so neat and well arranged. it looked just like I was little. I stood as I continued to inspect the room; at my left hand still stood my shelf which still contained my collection of rocks, I was surprised that was still there. I remember how I would jump out of the car and run upstairs just to add a new member to the team, I smiled as I recollected my childhood memories. I looked over to my bed and upon seeing the same bedsheet I used as a little girl I smiled and wondered how they were able to manage it. It had the picture of the cartoon character Sofia the first, I laughed as I remembered how I had cried after seeing it at the store and threatened to pack out of the house if I didn't get the bedsheet even though I had other beautiful ones at home, mum had sent the maid to go back to the store and get it that day just so she could have peace of mind. How time flies!

I moved towards the beautiful curtains and as I opened it, i remembered how whenever I heard the sound of an airplane I would run to the curtains, flip it open and then shout "my daddy is home", childhood memories ☺️. Upon making my way to my bed, my eyes shifted to the little bedside drawer and then it rang a bell, there was no way it could still be there. I opened the drawer and surprisingly there it was, looking as beautiful as ever, my little girlie diary; it was pink and had the picture of a little girl smiling and strolling in a garden. It was also an expensive one with a lock which my dad had gotten me on one of his trips abroad, I had promised to cherish it forever and that I did by keeping it in my drawer and making sure to check on it everyday without really writing much in it.

While growing I didn't really have time for much writing as I would make sure to stay late at school as I felt that our house was too boring being a big one located at the edge of the town with virtually no one around except the maids. I would come home and after changing into my clothes I would make sure to disturb everyone at home, I was their little darling though I could be frustrating at times , you couldn't blame me: dad was always traveling, mum was always out with her rich friends and my elder siblings; Terry and Erica always had something to do and so I was left with no one most of the time except the maids and so I made sure I always had all their attention. When everyone was so tied up, I would go out and ride my little pink bicycle round the house letting my imagination go wide like the girl in my diary. Life was indeed so simple until...