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Dear diary,

Once I got into my plain room, I took a deep breath and then tip-toed up the wooden stairs of my comfy loft bed, I laid still there on my soft, bouncy mattress. The sunlight flickered through the delicate, dull grey blinds. I felt as care-free as a sloth.

The fresh aroma of food spread into my tiny bedroom faster than a tiger, the chilly wind entered the room and cool air tickled me and filled the bedroom. Even though my room is considered kind of big, I still hope it was larger because my bed is extremely big and theres hardly any space in the room except from my bed. I looked at the direction of my bland, white bookshelf embroidered with colorful books, the silver handle of my closet reflected the flickering light of the sunshine which reminded me that a few days ago I tidied my messy closet and gave away some unwanted or small clothes.

Dear Sinlam,

I hope you are well.

I love when you use your sense of humor because when you do, you light up my day like a ray of sunshine.

You are brave and open-minded during class discussions and can contribute useful ideas to the class.

You have great perseverance, and you have great self-control, you are amazing and I adore you.

Love, Sinlam.