April 25, 1933

Diary,

I placed my hand lightly on Rosalie’s shoulder “Rosalie, my dear girl, you are a vampire now, Carlisle saved you after those awful boys hurt you. I know it’s hard to accept, but you have time, and help from us.” I said soothingly. She shrugged away from me and turned her back to us. “I don’t know if I can do this” she whispered. We showed her to the mirror to help her understand and maybe accept it. She looked shocked, but excited. She smiled lovingly as she traced her new features, but shied away from her eyes. We explained to her that her eyes will remain red as long as she has human blood in her system, we told her how we survive on out ‘vegetarian diet’ and that if she chooses to stay with us we would like her to adhere to our diet and her eyes will turn golden as well.

I do hope she stays with us. I feel so drawn to this young lady. I wish there was some way I could explain it better. I am so happy at the thought of having a daughter. I love my son, but a daughter… I would have never thought it would happen. I will be so crushed if she chooses to leave us. I am starting to have the family I have always dreamed of. A husband who is perfect in every way, a son so caring and smart he would make any mother beam, and now the possibility of having a daughter so gorgeous any guy would melt.

For now she has decided to stay with us, I just hope that the decision remains the same when she becomes more comfortable with being a vampire. My daughter Rosalie, I just LOVE the sound of that. I am going to go spend time with my daughter, I am going to try to get to know her better, get her to open up to me. Show her that I will always be there for her, and that she can always count on me. Just as I do with Edward. Oh and that reminds me, my sweet boy is constantly surprising me. When Rosalie’s change was almost finished, he snuck out of the house and into her old home, to try to find anything that could help her transition. My sweet boy.

Well, I will be going now, to spend time with my little girl, and to begin packing our home once again, we must move. We wouldn’t want to expose ourselves. I will write again soon to tell you all about my time with my daughter and tell you all about our new place.

Always,
Esme