I remember the time my dad read my diary. He knew everything. Everything I felt, heard, saw and hated. Loved, liked and valued and then he went to the pub got drunk and yelled all my secrets to everyone. I walked into the pub for work and the entire place went quiet, everyone was looking at me and I knew what had happened. I quit my job and didn't leave the house for three weeks.
Talk to your sister about it if she's old enough to understand. Reassure her that writing in a diary is one way you can cope with your feelings and tell her that it is REALLY important that she doesn't tell anyone. That's all the advice I can give.
Good Luck
*Much Love and hugs*
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