My first journal book is an old diary planner that I only used for a while then abandoned. I had a sad memory of it. I took this new diary from my father’s desk and used it without his knowing. I remember he always wondered where his diary is. I was just nine year old at that time, so I didn’t know better. After my father had passed away, I regretted deeply every time I looked at that diary. But, one day I had this great idea of looking things positively and making the best of everything. So, I decided that I ‘ll just make an art of this diary!