Entry 13: Penelope My Love

After I was done with the suitors she wanted to know who I was, and why I had done this. I told her that I was Odysseus, she was overcome in shock and did not believe me. She said that I could stay there until things were straightened out, then she turned to one of the slaves and told her to make the bed in the hallway. I became furious, I demanded to know who could have moved the bed which I had hand made from a tree, the tree I had built my house around. At that moment she burst into tears and grabbed me, glad to see me home again. She told many others had tried to trick her saying that they were Odysseus but I was the only true Odysseus. After this I knew I was home again and my heart was happy.