"The loneliest words you'll ever know, if only, if only it was so" A Kiss Is A Terrible Thing To Waste - Meatloaf

It's been a while since everything happened, but I remember it clearly as if it happened only last year. I have lived my life to the fullest, and I have no regrets in my life. I never held any secrets, neither from my husband, nor from my children. Well, not exactly NO secrets. There was one secret that I have kept hidden inside of me for all those years. But now my husband has passed away, and my kids have all moved out, building lives of their own. So now I guess its safe to tell someone the secret that I have been holding for so long.

That's my mother, Dana. She was young, and she was beautiful. But she have much time for me. Not through any fault of hers. But my father died in a car accident when I was five years old, and ever since that time, she had to do two jobs in order to be able to give me the best education that she could. I loved my mother, and I was sorry for her, seeing how hard she worked. She didn't only have no time for me, she hardly had any time for herself. She looked beautiful all the time, only because she worked as a beautician in the mornings, and so she had to project as image of beauty to her clients. In the evenings, she worked as a waitress in a diner down the road, and always came home very late and very tired. I loved her for she was my mother, but she hardly knew me at all.

I didn't really have any friends, so I had no best friend to confide in at the time. My only real friend was my dairy. I loved writing, and not just novels. Every night I would sit down in my bedroom and relate all the days happenings to my diary. I told my dairy everything that happened in school, and about my homework, and my classmates, and about every story or novel that I wanted to write. But there was something else I sometimes drempt about, something that I could not dare to say, not even to my dairy.

My name is Alison, and I was an only child. I was sixteen years old when this story started, and that's quite a while ago. I went to high school, but I was very different than most high school girls. Instead of doing like the other girls, and run to the nearest boutique, or beauty parlor, I spent every minute of my spare time on my computer. I wanted to be a writer, and I was willing to do what it took to make my dream come true. So I was always on the computer, either writing stories or looking for tips on novel writing. I didn't care much about fashion, or make-up, or new hairstyles. I was a geek, I know, but at the time I was happy with who I was, and hardly ever drempt of being anyone else.