Happy Birthday, Maya. I pray that you get whatever you prayed for. I am very proud of the person you have become.

Happy birthday, Princess,

Love Dad.

This is what was written on the second front page of this diary. How should I start writing it?

Hmmm..... Let me think.

Got it.

Diary,

It's MayMay here. Today is the day I turned 11 years old so happy birthday to me. What can an 11-year-old wish for?

I know what you wish for. I wish to see my best friend Roc.

I remembered playing with him on every birthday that I had. He didn't use to bring a gift but one birthday he brought me a fake rose.

Yes, a fake rose.

It doesn't matter if it is fake or real. To me, it will be the most important gift that I have received from my best friend.

I miss you best friend.

Why did you have to leave me and go away? Who will play with me now? Asking for another sibling from Mamma and Dad will not work.

Why?

No idea.

I will continue praying to Allah to give me a sister or even a brother that I can play with.

Allah knows best.

Anyways this is MayMay, signing off.