This is already the 80th episode since I started writing this diary.
If there is someone who has been reading this diary for a long time, I would like to say "Thank you" to that person.
Thank you very much to everyone who read this diary today.
Thank you.
From me to you.
I would like to send you a small message.
If you are interested, please read it.
Once upon a time,
there was a boy in a small village.
The boy was very lonely and lonely.
He wondered when he would die.
He had no one to help him.
He had no friends, parents, siblings, and he didn't even have a dog.
They all died.
His heart became darker day by day, and there were days when he shed tears.
One day, a letter arrived to him.
The letter said, "We invite you to a white party.''
He went to the party wondering about the letter.
The moment he arrived at the party venue,
he was in for a surprise.
The people who gathered at the venue were the people he wanted to meet.
His late dog Duke, his best friend and his grandparents were also there.
Everyone is laughing and talking happily.
When they noticed the boy,
they happily ran to him.
Duke also runs towards the boy,
wagging his tail.
"It's nice to see you again.''
"How are you doing?''
They all say to him.
He is very happy.
He said,"How many years has it been since I was this happy?"
He and his loved ones had a very pleasant conversation for some time.
Suddenly, he heard a bell ringing in the distance.
After the bell rang twelve times,
both the boy and the people around him fell silent.
He asked them, "What's wrong, everyone?"
His best friend looked a little sad, but he laughed.
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you again. But don't rush.
We're here,
so do whatever you want until we meet again.
We'll be watching over you.
And, remember that we are always by your side,
even if you can't see it."
His best friend said,
grabbing his hand and gently letting go.
Duke gently touched the his leg
and sat down next to him.
A thick fog enveloped him,
and he felt warmth in his hands.
When the fog cleared,
the boy was in a familiar room.
In front of him were photos of the Duke and his loved ones that he kept on a shelf in his room.
His best friend's words flash through his mind.
He held the photo and smiled a little.
