Dear diary,

today I think I'm going to explain my past a bit ...
As a child I lived with my mother and father in Sweden. My father, Mr. Daaé, was a very good violinist and he taught me to sing when I was very little. What you really want to do was go from town to town to entertain people, it was in a small and humid town where I met Raoul, who on some occasion I have spoken to you about him.
It was my first time singing in public and before the performance I decided to explore that humid town. It was there, near the beach, where a strong window made my scarf fall into the water, but Raul did not notice he did not pick it up ... he jumped into that cold water just because of my scarf. It was there that I fell in love for the first time.
After a few days I introduced my new friend, Raoul, to my father. It didn't take long for them to connect with each other and my father decided to teach him to play the violin. I remember that he always said that to be able to play or sing well is when you can listen to the Angel of music.
Today he teaches me many things, but I have never been able to see his face ...
I think that's it ... see you tomorrow
Crhistine