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The house had finally been built today. Sven had done a beautiful job with the house design as well as a beautiful job with taking care of Molly and myself. His empathy and compassion was what had drawn me into him. I was lucky to marry a man that understood me as a Finch. That understood that this family was filled with misfortune and horrible luck. I don't think many can handle the grief that comes from our family.
He was the one who had actually suggested that I write down my thoughts. I don't believe that I need to, however he did buy me this book to use. I guess that I shall use it to write down events that shall happen in the future that are worth writing about.
Maybe like the birth of my future children...maybe even future grandchildren. When there is a marriage or even a death, it will all be recorded by me in this journal for as long as I am alive. Maybe this first entry should be about what had happened on our journey over here.
My father passed away in the sea. He had adored our family history just as much as I do. He never talked about it, but how it was non-negotiable to take the house with us was louder to me than words could ever speak. Even though I am used to death, his loss still had an affect on me. He was all I had left. But that has changed, now I have Sven and Molly by my side. They are my new family. Yet, a part of me is somewhat frightened that I am the oldest Finch left alive.
I worry about the family curse stealing my husband and precious daughter away from me. I want to protect them, I do, however if I have learnt from my personal experience is that the curse can not be stopped. No matter how far you run, now matter the armour of protection you have on, it always arrives and kidnaps the family dearest to our heart.
So there is no use in running away, or trying to hide. One way or another, this curse is going to get me. What I have learnt from over these years, is to cherish every moment with those you love. I've made that mistake a few times and regretted it every time. I will make sure to play with my daughter everyday, and watch Sven as he works on his projects.
It is going to come, maybe I'll die first, maybe it'll be Sven. Whoever's fates ends first, I shall be prepared for it. If I am still alive long enough to witness everything, then I shall remember everyone. There was a reason I got the graveyard built first before the house. You can never be too prepared.
I am not afraid of it. I no longer have nightmares of this monster. Instead I have accepted it as an old friend. Maybe I am crazy for containing that mindset. We shall see how it turns out for me in the end.