Dear Diary-
Soon, my son is getting married. I don't like this, because I still do not trust that family. I do not care how long it has been, and I do not care if I should leave the past in the past. I felt my son's blood on my hands because of that family. And because of knives! Oh knives, what terrible instruments of destruction. I curse the man who invented them, and guns too. No, I do not trust that family, to lose both my son and my husband is something that you cannot imagine. And not only that, but also that girl that he is marrying. I do not trust her either, I heard...Well, perhaps I should not say it. It is not right for people to know such things about each other, they really ought to just leave each other alone.
Although, it does nag at me. Alright, my neighbor told me the other day that this...girl that he is marrying, well it seems she was engaged in the past to another man. Can you believe that? To be engaged to another man, and then to simply leave him. I tried to tell this to my son, but he simply does not care. It would seem that he believes her to be of the highest virtue. Regardless, tomorrow we are going to meet this family, and then I will be able to see her with my own eyes. My son thinks that I am too protective, too rooted in the past. But he does not understand what it is to lose someone so close, to lose everything you have. Well, not everything. He is all that I really have left. And perhaps that is why I am so reluctant to let him go, because I can't leave. I have to watch this place, to make sure that those fiends don't come and defile my husband's and my son's graves with their own bodies. Yes, I have to watch this place, because he is all I have.
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