It was a beautiful morning in May, and Belle felt like getting out of the ngome for a while. She decided to go to town and visit her Papa. She felt a bit guilty; being a newlywed, she hadn’t visited him very often, but that was all about to change. Walking through the quiet village felt very strange to Belle now. People looked at her differently. They respected her now…looked up to her even. Not too long zamani she was considered the town freak. As she walked up the path to the house she grew up in, she heard a lot of commotion coming from the attic. “What is my silly Papa up to now?” she wondered. She sneezed from all of the dust in the attic that was stirred up. There were boxes EVERYWHERE! Old paintings, Belle’s dresses from when she was a little girl, her childhood toys, her small book collection, and a few of her Papa’s invention rejects. She asked him what on earth he was doing, and he alisema just a little spring cleaning. He gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. It made her moyo ache. How she missed it here. She wouldn’t give up her new life for anything, but still. She missed it. “How about I go downstairs and make us some chai and wewe can tell me the latest news about the ngome and my new son in law” he alisema to her, as he made his way down the stairs. Belle smiled and began to follow him until something caught her eye…a book; one she had never seen before. Belle was surprised kwa this. She thought she had read every book in this house and in this town, but she had certainly never seen this one before in her life. It was beautiful. It was a deep dark red, with dhahabu designs engraved on the cover. It looked very expensive. She blew the dust off and opened it up. Inside, it read “This is the Diary of Gabrielle Rousseau. This contains her innermost secrets and desires, hopes, dreams and fears.” Belle almost dropped the book out of shock. This was her Mothers Diary…