Maria’s Song

Chapter 7

Photo credit: Ivan Obolensky

Dear Diary,

I am so stressed at the moment it. Looks like Deena came by to cause trouble for Aunt Mildred. The nerve of that woman! How dare she show up without telling anyone. I just can’t deal with all of this again. She can’t put us through the ordeal she placed us in. I will not allow it.

Why is this happening now?

I am not sure what this all means. I am angry right now.

My Aunt Millie looks so worried. I know she puts on a brave face for Toby and me but I overheard her on the phone.

She sounded so distraught as she talked to our uncle.

To make matters worst I heard about court and lawyers.

How could Deena do this to us?

I do not even want to think what this all will do to Toby.

He has come such a long way. His nightmares stopped and he is really doing well in school.

No! She can’t do this to us.

Not again, I will not let her.

I have so much anger and pain, I just want to scream.

Damn you, Deena! I know I am not supposed to curse but I just hate her so much.

I tried to give her a chance. But she is not a mom, she does not know the meaning of the word.

I am writing this all here because I can’t bear to break in front of Aunt Mildred and Uncle Bob.

They are the only family I want to have and Toby and I belong with them.

I just can’t bear it. I am so angry right now.

I also want to scream. But I need to be calm and strong for Toby. I have to make sure I protect him.

Why doesn’t Deena just go back to where she was?

We don’t need her.

I know I am supposed to think of forgiveness but with her, I just don’t see it.

I have to pray about this and let the Lord heal my soul.

I am too upset at the moment and I need to channel this rage into something more positive.

I should talk to someone about this.

I know, I will go see Father Myles and share all of my feelings on this.

I am sure he will have an answer.

I really hope he does.

I do not know what is going to happen?

But I am scared this could get worse.

Well, it is way past my bedtime and I need to get some sleep.

I have to practice my songs for church this Sunday.


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