Just a short little thing.

"Motherly Wisdom"

So, I'm in love.

I've never felt like this about anyone, not even in dreams. I am very happy, diary. I don't think it's possible for anyone to be happier than this.

Sometimes I'm talking to him or sitting next to him or just holding his hand, and there's so much I want to say that the words create a kind of log jam in the back of my mind, and all I can get out is "I love you."

And you know what? Somehow, it's enough.

There was a knock at the door, and an older woman with impeccably coiffed blond hair stuck her head into the room.

"Helen? The Morgendorffer boy has come to pick you up."

Helen Barksdale dropped her pencil into the diary, shoved it into her drawer and grabbed her suitcase. Thanksgiving was over, and it was back to school. Jake Morgendorffer, her boyfriend, had gone to get his car repaired after a large piece of the engine had fallen into her parents' driveway.

Smiling, Helen kissed her mother quickly on the cheek, then rushed down the stairs and out the door.

Eva Barksdale waited until her daughter and her suitor drove off before opening the desk drawer and reading the most recent entry. She shook her head, bemused and quickly wrote something at the bottom of the page. She replaced the diary, left, and closed the door.

0.0.0

Helen smiled, sweaty and exhausted, at the squalling bundle in her arms, and tears came to her eyes.

There were only very few thoughts in her mind, but the first was found on a diary page many years before.

I don't think it's possible for anyone to be happier than this.

And beneath that, in her mother's hand:

You'll learn better.

Helen kissed the skin of Daria Morgendorffer's forehead, and knew her mother had been right.

End.

I dunno. I was in a fluffy mood.