November 27,1912.
Monday: not to many days of Emma die, i am so sad i think that i will recover. My life is miserable now i dont want to work.Now is the afternoon ,now i remember those wonderfull days , that i have the first days with her .It is nigth , didn´t realize why i didn´t pay much attention to her.
Now i cant sleep thinking about her , is like an horrible dream . Today is a new day , i am a new person i will try to forget her, because i thinck that she will never came back, i have to continue with my life . But i really dont understand why i didn´t take care of her when she needed it , i would like she to came back , only to tell her:I am sorry.
