I found my wife’s hidden diary while looking through the attic at her parents’ house one day. It was under a pile of dusty old things and seemed like it hadn’t been touched for a long time. Curious, I opened it, expecting to find some typical teenage stories. But what I read was completely unexpected.
Buried beneath layers of old memories, I spotted a worn-out diary peeking through the dusty mess.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading in the diary. It began with “Dear Diary, today I felt some weird vibes in my gut.” Then it hit me — she was pregnant! I was shocked. How could she keep such a big secret from me?
As I flipped through the pages, I found Sarah’s deepest thoughts and feelings — her worries, her dreams, her challenges. Then, I stumbled upon something unexpected: the name Emily. Sarah wrote about Emily with so much love, but I had never heard of her. Emily was our daughter, a revelation that left me completely stunned.
I was overwhelmed by a rush of emotions — surprise, frustration, and confusion all surged through me at once.