Praise be.
Dear Diary thank you for your wisdom
and guidance
and help
My child’s beggings are that of one who has not seen the stars.
I showed her the teachings.
I read to her from the book at night.
A sweet lullaby with words that fooled the tongue.
But finally, I think that she understands.
She eats willingly now.
I have removed her chains.
She tells me for three days I must bring him to term.
She tells me he will be born on the fourth.
My child.
I love you so.