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// Day 1 
// Story: Rosemary's Malady 
// by AngryPenguin 
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Day 1


Today, I celebrated my day of birth. My father has given me this journal as a gift. He told me it could be an escape from these horrible days of misery and sadness. Let me introduce myself, my dear diary. I am Rosemary, born into the earth pony tribe. I reside with my father, mother, sister, and two brothers. Of my siblings, I am the eldest. Throughout my childhood, my father was one of the greatest farmponies. Unfortunately, this storm has ceased almost all crop growing. Coming into my adolescence, I am now needed to assist Father with the farming. He has not given up hope, despite living in the frozen tundra that is now our home. As I write, I look out into the dark night, hoping to see a star through the blanket of clouds and snow over the land.

One of the twins, Grape Seed, told me he witnessed one of the dark stallions flying around our small house this morning. I fear they are after us. My mother tells me they are called ‘Windigos’. I questioned her about what they want, but she only replied with an expression of sadness. My intuition tells me she does not want to destroy what is left of my happiness. I love my mother. It hurts to see her so down. Tomorrow, I’ll sketch something to give to her. After all, she did give me something beautiful for today.

It is a wondrous flower, dried and hardened into thin glass, though the pigments of red are still bright and lively. To be exact, it’s a rose. I have rarely seen them here, but she tells me it has been passed down for four generations. I’ll store it in the back of this journal for safekeeping!

Oh, how I wish you could speak. It would be nice to have a friend. I grew up with only my twin brothers. My sister is still but a toddler. Sometimes, I feel alone. I know I have my parents, but it’s just not the same. At least you’ll listen to me.

It is awfully late. My bedside candle is close to burning out, so I should conclude this entry. Maybe tomorrow I will have more to tell you. 
Sweet dreams, my friend.

Rosemary