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Ohm's Journal

September 4th, 2007 – Age 9

Mom gave me this journal today. She said writing can be good for me, that sometimes it's easier to talk to paper than to people. I don't know about that, but she was so insistent that I give it a try.

She said, "You'll thank me later when you look back on your life and see how much you've grown." I don't really know what that means. Grown? I'm nine. I've got plenty of time for that.

But I guess there's a lot going on in my head sometimes, things I don't always say out loud. Maybe she's right. Maybe writing it all down will help me figure things out.

So here goes. This is the start of whatever this is—a journal, a diary, or just a place where I can say stuff I wouldn't normally say. Maybe no one will ever read this, and that's okay. It's just for me.

Who knows, maybe something interesting will happen that'll be worth writing about.

Ohm's Journal – Entry 1
September 5th, 2007 – Age 9

I met someone today. His name is Nanon, and he just moved into the house next door. Mom said I should go over and say hello, so I did. He was sitting on the porch steps, looking a bit lost, hugging his knees to his chest. I remember thinking he looked like a lonely puppy.

"Hi, I'm Ohm," I said. He looked up, and his eyes—dark and deep—met mine. He gave a small smile, and just like that, the world felt different.

We ended up spending the whole afternoon together, exploring the neighborhood, climbing trees, and sharing stories about our favorite superheroes. It's strange; I've never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly. When the sun started to set, neither of us wanted to go home.

As I lay in bed tonight, I can't stop thinking about him. I feel like I've found a missing piece of myself.

Ohm's Journal – Entry 2

September 6th, 2007 – Age 9

I spent more time with Nanon today. He came over to my house, and we played video games all afternoon. It was fun. I can't explain it, but it's like we already know each other, even though we've only just met. He's quieter than me, but when he talks, it's like he's been holding on to his thoughts for a long time, waiting for someone to listen.

He told me about his old school and how he didn't have many friends there. That made me feel sad. I told him that things would be different here, that I'd be his friend no matter what. I think he smiled a little after I said that.

I hope we hang out again tomorrow.

Ohm's Journal – Entry 3

September 10th, 2007 – Age 9