Dear Diary, I don't know what I'm feeling anymore. Shock. Anger. Relief. Heartbreak. It's all tangled together. Ever since Mom told me the truth, my mind hasn't been able to rest. If what she said is true... I can't believe my own father could do something like this. The man who was supposed to protect me. The man who was supposed to care about both of us. Instead, he may have used money to tear us apart. Every lonely night. Every time I wondered if Mom had stopped loving me. Every tear I cried because I thought I wasn't enough. If all of that happened because of him... I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him. But one thing has changed. I'm living with Mom again. And she's different. She's kind. Gentle. Patient. She smiles at me the way she used to. She asks me how my day was. She hugs me for no reason. She tells me she loves me every single day. For the first time in a long time, our house feels like a home again. I know we still have a lot to heal from. There are still questions that need answers. But now, when I look at my mom, I don't see someone who doesn't love me. I see my mom. The one I never stopped hoping would come back. I don't know what the future holds. But I know this— No more lies. No more secrets. I deserve the truth. Mom deserves peace. And I'm not giving up until I find out everything. — Aria
