9 September 1603
As I close my eyes , facing up at the stars I wonder whether my father has been freed from the dark ,dirty ,pointy room at the top of the palace.I cry all day but I think all my tears go vain, is not the great one God hearing my prayers although I pray all day long .I have no shelter whereas my wicked stepmother is living a lavish lifestyle in my palace. It's also my home even if she married my father forcefully . It's been three consecutive days without having to eat something. I can't climb the tress to eat the fruits obviously I'm a princess. Each day for me is getting worser and worser with no shoulder to cry on. The animals animals in the Everest Forest have been my family and friends to lean on. I wonder what tomorrow has in store for me,but I pray for the great and good. Mother please be the Pilar of my life.
