((Note* Brenna's diary will chronicle her life from the time of her parents' deaths till the present, some will be done as actually entries, while others as reflections.))
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Dear Diary,

Today was Penny Hollingsworth’s birthday and I was invited to her party. It was a lovely party. Her mother ordered a special two layer cake for her with white icing and pink and blue flowers. Penny let me have one of the flowers. Penny is my friend, and as been ever since I met her when we were both seven. Her father works with father at the mercantile as an accountant.

It was such a beautiful day, much better than it was for my birthday. Could you believe it rained all day on my birthday and we had to move the party inside? I didn’t mind thought, the party turned out to be the best I’ve ever had. Mama planned something special for us just in case the weather tried to spoil everything. It was the best treasure hunt. I don’t know where she found time to hide everything, but she did, and I found the most! Penny was at my party of course, and I cut the cake with her. She let me cut the cake with her at her party. I think my cake was much nicer than hers, but I didn’t tell her that, it wouldn’t have been nice.

Papa said I looked very grown up in my brand new blue dress. Mama bought It special for Penny’s birthday party. It has a pink sash around the waist and the time at the hem is pink as well, and it had white embroidery at the neck. I felt so special in that dress. Did I tell you it had a hat and parasol to match? Well it did! Papa said I looked very grown up. I felt grown up.

The party had balloons and a magician, just like my party. I think it was the same one. He made so many wonderful things happen. I wish I could do magic. Mama and papa stayed for the party too, but they were with the grownups talking about their grownup things. I think they would have had a much better time watching the magician.

Papa was coughing a lot at the party. I think he’s getting sick, mama keeps telling him to take care of himself and to see Doctor Martin, but papa never listens. Mama told him about the doctor again when we got home, but papa was too busy reading to me to notice, but I did. Mama worries too much, but I know it’s because she loves us so much. I love her too, very much, but I love papa the best. I can’t let mama know that, it would hurt her feelings. Papa lets me have candy on special occasions and mama is always telling me to put away my dolls and go to bed. She thinks I’m sleeping now, but I’m not. I hope papa isn’t getting a cold. I hate a cold!


Oh dear…I hear mama coming. I better go.



Love
Brenna Cleary