Editor's Note: Click HERE to read Dr. C's previous post on the origin of Zita's diary. This entry begins with 13-year-old Zita writing to her guardian angel, "Bishop."
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 20) This probably sounds silly, but I miss talking to Tom today. However, I had to type out a term paper. Whew! It took a lot of time. Tomorrow I’ll see Tom. I’ll be glad. Good Night.
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 21) Tom gave me his pictures today. He sure looks handsome in his cap and gown. Bishop, I love him.
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 21) Geez, I did not win the Junior Round Table Speech Contest (I think I mentioned to you about this metropolitan Human Relations group in a previous entry). Of course, I graciously congratulated the winner, but inwardly I think I ought to have been chosen as the winner. Maybe all losers think that, but the guy really didn’t put half as much “umph” as I did. Oh well, next year is another year for me to try. Thank you for helping me to accept defeat with a smile.
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 22) Tom called me up tonight and told me about his acceptance to the university he wanted to attend. Great! Thank You, Lord. Please let him and me complete our education.
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 23) Today I was accepted to the university I wanted attend. I am very thankful and happy. Also, my Mummy and Daddy are so very proud of me.
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 24) I feel so happy. I feel so fulfilled. Tom has seemed to be the cause of this. I prayed for a guy who would really care for me and I for him. I can’t stop thanking you, Bishop, and the Lord and all my heavenly friends. Help always to act like a lady and preserve my virginity until I fall in true and lasting love with a man and get married. Then, I pray that I shall be able to bear him healthy children. I want to give love, and that is the most important thing in my life.