Sweet dreams.

Diary,

I had a dream, unlike the others that I had, one with a beautiful rice field in Kyoto Japan. My home land?
Anyways, these people seemed happy. The girl who looked down at her reflection, my reflection, looked young and bright. My two friends I assume, ran hand in hand towards me as they pushed me into the water where the rice grew.

I felt like I was drowning, but both hands held mine and pulled me back up. Smiles, laughter, forgiveness. How I miss those days. I think...I am slowly regaining what I have lost, diary of mine.
What happened...to that happy little girl? What am I now...who am I to become now?

Who am I...