Description
A very old diary, covered with a leather cover and you also notice that several people wrote in it, for different types of writing and fonts, they must have inherited those diaries and started writing in them, the diary began with the story of two sisters born one year apart, the first was named Sarah, born on March 11, one thousand eight hundred and one, and the other was called Mary, born on March 11, one thousand eight hundred and two, this seemed strange to their parents! But they didn't pay much attention to it. In this diary there are many conflicts, but the events are the same, now I am writing in this diary after more than two centuries have passed, but I will not be as brief as the ancestors of my heroine in this diary. I will also add my story, and without brevity, the irony of fate made me the one who lives that experience, the wrong person in the wrong place, I did not find peace in my childhood, I did not find mercy, I lived a foolish childhood, alone, and when I found the right person, and when I felt that the time came for rewards for my patience and steadfastness with that loving wife, I was drawn into a bitter reality, you know in my childhood I knew they were real, they are among us, but the world was rejecting me and repelling me. You see, they say that I am a psychopath, and sometimes they say that this is due to the trauma of losing his mother, father and brother at a young age, I was not inclined to the second opinion because in their presence I was also suffering, so I preferred the first opinion, and I became forced to talk to no one and remained in my loneliness even after traveling from Cairo when I was young, I would have preferred fantasies to be fantasies and illusions to be illusions, instead of what I am immersed in now, but there is a slight difference in my personality as I write now.. I am now fearless! !
