"I'm not like everyone else."

I opened the book. It was handwritten. The first page was dated November 30, 1966. The first entry said:

"My mother died 23 days ago. I decided to gather my thoughts into a journal. I must admit I'm having a hard time dealing with this loss. I lost my dad 6 years ago and I still haven't gotten over that. But at least I had Mother. Now I have no one. I'm 18 and can take care of myself, but I still have no one else in the world. No one but Mother understood me. I'm not like everyone else."