Secrets

Wednesday, August 17th

Dear Diary,

Today some weird men, or women, I couldn’t really tell, came to the store. It was kind of scary. Flip told me to hide in the back room, so I did. Then the weird people, and Flip, started talking in a weird language. I could kind of understand them, but it was hard to. It was as if I had heard the language before, like when I was really young, from my mother or someone else I knew back then. Unfortunately, I remember knowing anyone when I was young. The only person that I actually remember from my childhood was Flip. It’s as if my memory was erased from those years. I’m so confused.