"It's just a diary written by an eighteen-year-old. Who hasn't had a crush when they were young? It's time to move on."
I quietly opened the diary and started reading it.
[If I had to be with someone I didn't love in the future, I would rather not have children.]
After reading this, I was crying bitterly.
George didn't want children before. He had said he didn't want me to experience the pain of childbirth.
I never doubted it.
Then due to drunkenness, I got pregnant.
He wanted to persuade me to have an abortion.
I insisted on keeping it, which was how Lydia came into being.
I fell into a deep sleep with tears on my face.
In my dream, I met George, who was twenty-two years old.
I had run away from home after arguing with my father because of his favoritism.
He was silent, silently holding an umbrella for me.
"There will always be someone who loves you. I will always be here."
I cried loudly in the rain for fear of being seen by others.
He stood in front of me, his back soaked in rain. He used an umbrella to shield me from the wind and rain.
When I woke up again, I realized it was late.
I quickly got up. I hadn't cooked Lydia's favorite sandwiches yet.