Moji

My Persian Life
2012-06-09 20:34:25 (UTC)

Feeling Dizzy...

Dear diary,

I now understand what it feels when your assignment pile up and you have just a week before the exams. Everything's in such a rush around me. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I hit the books one after another, and at nights I'm nothing but a dead body. And then the next day, it starts all over again.

On Thursday night, Rozi came over and stayed until this evening. She wanted me to help with her English, though she was already perfect. As long as she did her homework, I stared into her soft eyes, her baby face, her childish tone, wishing I were in her shoes. I longed to taste the world of an 11-year-old once again; not every world, only hers. Then I doubted, remembering what mom says "She's only an innocent, pure child and has so far gone through horrible things." Sad, but true. She lost her grandpa over a year ago, her other granddad passed away 2 months ago and her dad's always in the hospital, getting treatments for this Multiple sclerosis thing.


Time: 12:12 A.M




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