Family Secrets - Episode 8
by Phyllis Korkki
Hannah returns to her room with the diary.
She locks the door,
And tips a chair under the doorknob for good measure.
She opens the diary to the flyleaf and sees a name:
Allison Pynchon
She begins reading.
Sept 5, 1980
It’s my first day at boarding school.
I wish I could have stayed home
I wanted to go to the local high school with Bernadette.
But Mother says that no one in the Pynchon family has ever gone to a public school.
And she doesn’t want to start with me.
She doesn’t care about what I want.
All she cares about is her business.
The entries are sporadic across three years.
But one particular day is highlighted, when Allison meets a boy…
Sept. 25, 1983
It sounds like such a cliché.
But I think I’m in love!
It all happened when I was on the main commons.
I tripped, and there he was.
Holding out his hand
To help me up.
When I touched his hand, I felt something...
A kind of electricity.
He walked me to class.
And asked for my number.
His name is Mark.
And he wants to see me tonight.
Dec. 1, 1984
Tonight, Mark and I went for a walk on the commons.
We held hands and kissed at the place where we first met.
It was so romantic that he remembered the exact spot…
And was like a fairy tale when he told me he loves me.
He said he’s wanted to tell me that for two months.
I’ve been bursting to tell him that I love him too.
But I wanted him to go first.
It felt so wonderful to say the words.
Dec. 5, 1984
I’m no longer a virgin.
It wasn’t exactly the stuff of romance novels.
It was his first time, too.
It hurt and was a little bit awkward…
But it was tender, too.
I love Mark, and he loves me.
And I know it will only get better.
April 1, 1984
I’m pregnant.
This is not an April Fool’s Day joke.
June 2, 1984
I’m not telling Mother or Mark anything about this.
Mother would consider it a disgrace.
I broke it off with Mark.
I do love him, but…
His parents have his life all planned out for him.
I really think they might disown him if they found out.
And I’m having the baby.
I want to give this child a chance to have the kind of love I never had.
August 11, 1984
Today I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl.
I’m with Diana, my roommate from school.
I stayed with her family all summer.
No one else knows anything.
Except for Bernadette, of course.
She promised to keep the secret.
And I know she will.
Diana’s parents said they found a wonderful family for my baby girl.
The mother is a teacher.
And the father is a construction worker.
I don’t want them to know who I am.
I had only one request.
That my girl’s new parents give her the name I chose for her.
Hannah.
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