[Since this place had been discovered, there was nothing more to be done. I brought my children to where their grandmother's diary was buried. I told them this was where all the diaries rested.]
[Knowing there was a chance I might die, I showed them the container—a granite sarcophagus. Inside it was another layer, made of borosilicate.]
[After opening each layer, a single diary labeled Nina Piao could be found in the far corner. I placed my own diary beside hers.]
[Only after placing your own diary inside are you allowed to read the others that rest within.]
Angela's eyes widened.
"Did I hear that correctly? A granite sarcophagus… and another layer made of borosilicate?!"
"Yes, you did," Angel said calmly.
"But don't worry—we've already retrieved it. If you're interested, I can show you where it is when we have time," she added.
[Year 2789 — Abby Piao]
[My family is strange. Even when we barely had food on the table, they insisted on buying bundles of paper, and bundles of books that had nothing written in them. I never understood why… until that time of year happened.]
[In this family, when someone was gravely ill, the entire Piao bloodline was informed. The barren area around our house filled with people—at least, that's what my elder siblings told me. I was just a baby when the last one happened. Since that Piao was influential, some even tried to steal their diary. But they couldn't read it until the next Piao gathering, and the hype gradually died down… until the next gathering was announced.]
[On the day it happened, I briefly peeked outside before heading to the gathering. Around 4,000 outsiders had come—that was the maximum my mom said they could allow. Along with them, every member of the Piao bloodline, the extended family, and their in-laws arrived. The place, which had once seemed empty as far as the eye could see, was now filled and alive with people. I couldn't understand the exact numbers—there were just so many! Some carried trinkets—my mother told me they were cameras, capturing this historic event, trying to see who the hero was and what they had written in their diary.]
[The first day ended. I learned that the Piao bloodline was so funny. While browsing through a kid-friendly version of the family diaries, I discovered accounts that were lighthearted, silly, and sometimes incomplete. Some Piao had died young, some had strange habits—it was funny to read, even if I didn't fully understand everything.]
[After noticing my interest, my parents said I could read ten diaries until the next Celebration of Life. If I wrote ten pages in my own diary, I could read even more—without waiting for the next celebration.]
[I'm currently ten years old, which means I have many years ahead. I, Abby Piāo Piao, vow to read almost all the diaries of the Piao bloodline!]