Came across this piece of paper while clearing book shelf in Diya’s room. This was amongst many other scribbled notes in her books. It reminded of my own childhood. I too used to keep jotting down what I felt and observed in my journal. But it was much later than her age now.
This is what the note says (translated):
One day my mom and dad were discussing about me saying that : our child would grow up to be a good child. I heard it and was very happy. I love my entire family very much.
(I guess she must have overheard one of those many conversations which A and I were having about her.)