May 9, 1993 (age 8)

I Love my mother very much. It is mother's Day. I like mother's Day Becuse I can help my mother evry minite of the day.

Later . . .

It's at the last moment, I was trying to turn the page of the [magazine] I was looking at, when all of the suden I got cut. At first I THOGHT that I hadent done any harm, then I notesed I was in hon[or]able troble becuse I all of the sudn I was crying and asking for a bandade, even thghow, I new we dident have any. I finely said to myself that I had done no harm, it didn't hurt any-more. I stoped crying and went to my bed, Then I started my Jurnel. Now I can hold in my no-harm-done-hand.

The END