I spent hours in my office reading through the book Mathias had given me, it was my mother’s second journal. Some of it was in English but most of it in Greek, I ran my fingers over the pages and smiled thinking of the long duration of time mother had spent locked up in her room writing. I reached into my desk draw and pulled out the leather bound diary I got from the wolf markets that happen every month, I had been writing in it at least four to five times a week for about six months. I unwrapped the string that held the book closed and opened the book to the soft beige pages, I thought of every thing that has happened the past year and began to write.
March 25 2017
Well… It’s been one hell of a year. New home, new city and new lifestyle. Being Alpha has its ups and downs but that all c
