Dear Diary,
Memories rush in my mind, while holding this bright sunshine yellow umbrella. I can still feel the vibrations of the rain repeatedly hitting the umbrella. I can hear my dad saying "Everything is going to be alright"
While I hold this umbrella, all I could think of is where would my dad be without me? I remembered his stressed looking face but smiles everytime he looked at me.
I thanked the girl for giving me the umbrella. Her mum walked to me and said "Everything is going to be alright."
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