He didn’t look up from his drawing. “Why are you telling me?”
One sunny afternoon, as she sat in her room, surrounded by posters of her idols and a few trophies from her high school days, Marleen opened her diary. The cover read "Sexy Girls Diary" in bold, glittery letters, a gift from her best friend, Emma. It was a journal that came with a challenge: to write down her goals, her dreams, and her progress towards becoming the best version of herself. He didn’t look up from his drawing