Athena's POVIt was late in the afternoon, and I was alone in my empty hotel room, pacing back and forth with my feet on the floor. I took a few steps back and noticed that the atmosphere around me, which I had previously considered to be tranquility, now appeared to be devoid of life and emptiness.I reached for my backpack, which contained my diary, which I read aloud. I carefully rubbed my fingertips across its matted wood design, which was intricately embossed with satin fibers, giving it an exquisite and elegant appearance. The photos and letters, as well as my handwriting, that had been collected since I was a teenager, were revealed when I opened the hardbound cover of the album.I used to feel like an orphan when I was a child, despite the fact that I lived with my father and mother at the time. I mean, they essentially live in the same house as me, but I hardly ever see them because their priorities in life are so different and isolated
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