Dear

“Hold on a moment,” the diary said. “Why do you always start with ‘dear diary’?”

She hesitated. “It’s tradition.”

“I know you’re writing to me. I don’t let anyone else open me up. Can you just get to the point?”

The girl huffed, putting her pen down. “I feel less like writing when you start judging me.”

“Come on now, lassie.”

“No. I’ll write later.”

The diary sighed. “Start however you’d like. Just know that ‘dear diary’ is implied.”