Dear Diary
Papa got married again today. So annoying!
Does that mean Papa doesn't love Mama anymore?
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My stepmother and her children moved into my house today.
They're so rude. They just walked in like they owned the place, ran around Mama's favorite garden, fought over the rooms, messed up everything, and wouldn't stop talking during dinner. Ugh, it was so noisy. Back when Mama was still alive, this house was never this loud.
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I swear. Papa is so cruel!
How could he move Mama's things into the storage room? Those aren't junk or old trash.
Just wait. If Mama's favorite clothes, shoes, or bags get damaged, I'll never forgive Papa!
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No wonder Mama's things were all moved to storage yesterday. Turns out my stepmother went shopping today.
She bought so many clothes. The wardrobe that used to be filled with Mama's shirts is now full of my stepmother's dresses. Mama's favorite floral bed sheets and curtains were replaced too, changed into plain colors. Mama's favorite plates, the broom she always used, the sofa, her comb, everything was replaced with brand-new things. Annoying, annoying, annoying! Everything Mama loved is just… gone.
They're so Cruel.
So selfish.
Whose house is this, anyway?
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Papa passed away. His funeral was held today.
So what now? Do I have to live with those people? My stepmother and those stepsisters?
Huhhh. Get yourself ready, Ella.
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I miss Mama.
I miss Papa.
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My stepfamily threw a Christmas party.
The house became such a mess. Dirty. A drink spilled earlier. Chocolate cream smeared on the wall. The kitchen was full of flour and eggs. Everything felt sticky.
Especially those peanuts butter stain... of course i'm not going anywhere near that nuclear waste!
If Mama saw the house in this state, she would be so angry.
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Little by little, this house keeps changing.
I hate them.
I hate them so much!