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“Mom,” I said. “It’s strange but so amazing to be reading your journal, especially of a time before I was born. Even before you met Dad.” Mom was just like any other girl who had crushes on Pop Idols. It was another side of her that I’ve never realized before that she was once a starry-eyed girl like me. But what about Dad?
He died before I was born. I barely knew anything about him. Mom rarely talked about him to me, but I could see how much she loved him. Reading this journal was the first time I’ve learned how Dad was like before he and Mom had me. He died before I was born so I never ad the chance to know what he was like. I had to read on to see if Mom wrote about him.