the wooden box... i still remember it... i should have read the letters at least for revenge. my brother... how i hate him!!! how did he dare to open my diary and read some sentences? omg, he told my mum everything he read! no! well, some of the things he told were true but the others... he didn't understand clearly and it was more like a lie. how could i prove that it was a lie? and the true part... i really didn't want my mum to know it cuz it could hurt her. oh, how i love my mum!!! she closed the conversation as soon as she could. she was angry with my bro for reading my diary. well, it left me crying sitting near the comp. why? why? why? poor mum!!!