Mike Powley was a man that never spoke beyond necessity and was not a man of emotions and feelings. He was not the type of man that would kiss you hello and hug you good bye. He did not tuck in his kids at night and read them bed time stories and he was certainly not a man for small talk. Whenever his wife would invite company over Mike would sit for a bit, eat dinner but he would not engage in any type of conversation. This would make the company feel very uneasy. The end result of his behavior, was the family, over a period of time, no longer had any friends and spent all of their evenings and holidays alone. Mike's kids feared his persona. There was also something about his steel grey eyes and their authoritative glare. And then there was his thick eyebrows and moustache that were so intimidating.
But for everyone, including his wife and kids it was Mike's silence and lack of feeling and emotion that made the house so unsettling. There would be times when he would go for weeks without saying a word and all he would do was his daily work on the farm and then come home and look out the window. On days when the weather was good he would go for long walks, always alone. And every night, without exception, he would sit down at the kitchen table and spend a couple of hours writing out his thoughts in his diary. His wife would sometimes search for his diary but he hid it too well for her to find. She could only imagine what he would do if he found her reading his secrets. She knew that he had dark thoughts and that something evil was lurking inside of him, but she didn't know what it was. He had always been quiet, even when they were married in the Ukraine but as the years passed he said less and less to the point where he no longer talked.
Then one night he was writing in his diary and just as he was about to put it away he was distracted by a gunshot in the farmyard, he ran outside to have a look and for the first time ever he had left his diary in the open. His wife looked over at it and wanted to read what he was writing but she was afraid that the minute she would start he would walk in. The minutes went by and he was outside for over half an hour, she realized she had missed her chance.
Suddenly she decided to walk over to the diary and just as she started to read he came inside and caught her, closing the book on her hand. She looked at him in terror. He then called out his six sons into the kitchen and told them and his wife to sit down. He then started to read from his diary. He read with emotion and feeling, he sobbed and cried as he read for hours about the horrors that had haunted him from his youth in the Ukraine, the murder, the famine, the disease, the death in his homeland. Once he finished reading, he closed the diary and kissed his wife for the first time in years and talked to his boys as he had never done before. He was now free from the horror of the past and he never wrote in his diary again.