Little Mermaid Diary Entry

My Birthday, 22 July 1992

Dear Diary,

It's been a horrible birthday and I haven't been able to call or speak to mom yet. Besides, I didn't get any of the presents I wanted. I wanted to go horse-back riding and spend the entire day with Baba, camping somewhere in the mountains.
I hate my birthdays because everyone always acts kind to me but they never ask me what I want to do. If they had I would have told them that I just wanted to spend my birthday talking to Mom and spending time with Baba. I don't know why people are always pretend-nice before they say something really hurtful. Why do they always say "I dont mean to be rude" just before being rude?
Baba wasn't here today but he bought me a camera. It looks expensive and is pink. I don't think he knows that I don't really like pink and that blue is my favourite.  I have taken 19 pictures so far, of my book shelf, Pepsi (the dog) and the three strawberries that are the only ones left in the vegetable patch.

I don't like taking pictures as much as writing words. I'm sure that is why I want to be a writer. Because writing words is a lot harder and I would still much rather do that than take pictures. But to be a writer I will need to learn how to write poems. All the writers in movies write poems in their journals when they are sad, which seems to be very often. So here is my first poem:

Ravenge (sp) by Maria Amir

I know I’m small

And you don’t really like me at all

You keep pushing me against the wall

And I always, always fall

But I promise you something

I will grow a little bit each and every year

So, the next time you call

I’ll be standing tall

And you’ll seem quite small

 

Oh, and Happy Birthday to me.

Maria Amir