It doesn’t represent me.

Once the lunch was done, the table was cleaned. 

Arwen waited for the staff to leave. Once they were left alone in the room, she looked back at Beca and asked, "What diary are you talking about, Aunt Beca?" 

She had the hobby of journaling before, but she now no longer remembers when she lost that practice. It must have happened when she was quite young because she does not even have any remembrance of it anymore.

Beca stared at her for a moment, a flicker of hesitation flashing in her gaze. But then thinking it all over again, she decisively reached for her bag, retrieving out the brown leather journal she had brought with herself. 

"Isn't this yours?" she asked, handing it to Arwen to check. 

Arwen didn't take it from her immediately. She eyed it for a moment, trying to recall if she ever had one, but nothing came to her remembrance.