Dear diary,

I am deeply ashamed of how a man like can be able to control a son that has been blessed with all my powers yet can not even take responsibility of himself. There are times when I feel like crying my heart out and the others I feel like tearing my body apart then simply reassemble it again. It is entirely my fault for the misery that we are facing and the day,no, the moment he let, it still revolves around my mind to this day. I want to make amends however the past is the past and the only way to roll is to look onto the future. But how do I do this, when my past has been filled with tales of lies, innocence and a cruel murder that will put an end to my prominent career? Everyone needs a son, whether passing your inheritance to or making a man out of, I have never realised the importance of having a son near you. People say love is blind which is definitely true.

I cannot believe why he decided to kill himself and ended up from the warm comforts of our ”lavish,” home to a place where no one deserves to be. There I said it. My profession is cruel and the things I have done is a violation of basic human rights. The concentration camp is a hell fit for no one or nothing. I can not just keep talking like this but here is the full load down on what happened. It all started when…                     When Bruno started disappearing. It was normal at first but then it became more apparent. Things were looking negative and I knew something was up. The next time all I could see was the pile of clothes and the pair of boots and that was it. I started delving more into the investigation I had in my hands. It was out of the blue as if a cow was abducted by an UFO (An unidentified flying object, if you do not know what it means) and actually it felt like it was normal. And that is the story of our family but how about yours?