Dear Diary

Anxious.

My word for the day.

I blink back a few tears as I look around the room I once called a prison.

Mom decided to color it a light shade of purple because she wants to eventually turn it into a guest bedroom. I smile when I think of the happiness my parents held when I told them I was not only coming home for the weekend but would be going to the first hearing we were having against Steven. I won't lie and say I am not afraid, the fear I ...