She was the one who threw the ghastly knife away. She was with me whenever the doctor came. This is a personal matter, but I used to despise my body. I dreaded the annual check-ups very much. I didn’t even like to see myself naked, much less for the doctor to see me without clothes. I never used to eat enough. According to the staff, I still don’t, but I’m getting better. And my scars are healing.
So, life is looking up. Rays of sunshine come pouring through, and I am growing both physically and emotionally. Hope is now faith, and faith has prevailed wondrously. I am finally starting to fully believe in God, as well as myself.

With love,

Casimir

I turned to the most recent entry, and I felt exhilarated and special. Casimir was a truly sensitive soul.