Be honest. Even if you know it is not correct, once in life you have peeked through something. Just like me. My daughter’s diary. I know I know. Maybe you despise me now, but it is just I was tidying her bedroom and her diary was on her nightstand and it just called me! Really!
She is the cutest girl. She is my daughter, that’s it. And I love her. But I know sometimes she gets angry with me because I don’t give her some permissions (for example, having a smartphone at 10, or going out to the local sport center alone without her brother). I didn’t want to read any secrets, I just wanted to know if she has written something about me.
Guess what? I read only the last two pages. I didn’t find anything about me. And then I closed those pages, feeling so unease and guilty. I won’t do it any more.
Photo credit: my daughter, Fiamma, peeking through a door, she is really fond of photographing.
Inspiration: Thursday Doors Challenge