Diary entry 3: Amelia's daughter

I'm not sure entirely how this began but it's outcome is both exciting and nauseating at the same time. I have found Amelia's daughter at the local school. I am positive it is her, she carries that same carefree, pure attitude in those eyes of hers, and her hair carries the same black luster her mother has, albeit plaited down into pigtails unlike her mother. I know for certain it is her daughter, mainly due to the fact that I followed her home one day after school. I knew it had to be her and so my instinct took over. I didn't intend to. My feet suddenly seemed to move on their own. 

She noticed me a few paces back once, and I waved and smiled, trying my best to dissuade her from any kind of behaviour that would prove problematic for me. Sure enough she continued and eventually I saw their home. It was small, quaint even, yet I could sense the happiness within. Despite the size and obvious poor quality of the building it didn't seem the place for sorrow. Small flower pots lined the front window, where Amelia herself was waiting, presumably to airing for her daughter to return home. I watched as she smiled, upon seeing her daughter coming home. And watched as that smile faded and turned to a look of horror and shock when she noticed me. She ran out of her house to grab her daughter, locked her door and drew her curtains.

After that I went back to the school several times, hoping to see her daughter again. I even asked one of the school teachers to see where she was. They replied saying that she was unwell and was being kept of school for a while. I knew what that meant. Amelia was afraid she would see me again. It frustrated me that she still felt some form of anger toward me. I didn't understand it. I had done what I thought best for both myself and her, yet she only sees my selfishness in that act. She has no idea of the vid that was created when she left. The anguish I have to bear, knowing that I failed to find happiness, or provide it for her. Knowing that my son leaves me for months on end only to return to our home without a word to me. She has no idea of the struggles I have beared for her sake.

My determination was resolute. I waited at that school everyday until she returned. I kew that eventually she would. For all noble ideas, common intellect was never Amelia's strong suit. Sure enough the girl returned, some weeks later. I immediately went after her. She was tentative and apprehensive at first but I cuddled her, and presented her with a black ribbon, one from a shop i have come to.... Appreciate over these last few years. Her eyes lit up with excitement and joy. I asked if she liked it and she responded with absolute gratitude. I asked about her mother; if she was coping ok and if she needed anything. She jerked away suddenly and replied she was fine and that she had ordered her to stay away from me. She ran then, the ribbon trailing in her hand as she did. That was the last I saw of her at that school. They moved away a few days later, according to the teacher I spoke to. Fine, I thought. At least she was away from my agonies. And, more importantly, at least she was happy.