Post by redrose47 on Jul 25, 2006 19:19:08 GMT -5
2 August, 1867
It feels very odd to write down my thoughts in this little book, for anyone to read, but this book was a gift from my sister, Madelin. And since we are no longer together, I feel obligated to write.
Speaking of my sister...both my parents took her on a vacation to the south of France. They were not certain how long they would be gone. I know they wanted to take me, but I don't think I would have enjoyed myself. They knew the trip wouldn't be at all beneficial to me. So they allowed me to stay at the Opera Populaire to further my dancing skills...and perhaps open up with my voice. I know I can sing, but I prefer dancing as a career. I don't know what else to say.
It doesn't feel any easier to write. I don't think this journal will be at any use for me after all.
Goodnight,
Sabina