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a thing that will make his life move in circles. "What made you upset?" Mom asked, and she starred at me as I consumed my breakfast. I forgot she was around while I was reading. Since my brothers are already used to my reactions to the book that I am reading, I wasn’t paying attention because I had my mom, who wasn’t. Do I look drugged or what so ever?" "I just read a book. It’s devastating. It has this feeling that I couldn’t move on." Mom placed his coffee-filled mug on the table and sat beside me. Felix said that you read a lot. Sometimes your eyes even pop out when you read a sad and heartbreaking book. "I'd like to see my little girl cry over a book."

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When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

So after eating breakfast, which a girl bought to me, I was staring at the riddle. After no luck, I tried to match the riddle with my life. 'I am what sometimes bring you joy and sometimes sadness. I am what you consider useless after sometime. But I always leave an impact on you. And this time, im here with a secret. Who am I' What bought me happiness and sadness at the same time? Book. What did I consider useless after sometime? Myself. What leaves an impact on me? Book. Book: 2/3 Myself: 1/3

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The tears were that of pain, regret and heartache. They say men don't cry. That's a very wrong concept because men do cry. When it gets to a point when the pain becomes too difficult to bear, strong men do break down in tears. I can vividly remember a book, Mira and I read together about a year ago. The book was titled, The Better Place. It was written by a sixteen year old female writer. I could vividly recall the scene where the male lead, who was not only a businessman, but also the CEO of a multimillionaire international organization, broke down in tears after he lost his precious daughter to sickle cell anemia.

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I don't deserve love, If she ever forgives me, She's the purest Gem. This is the third time I read over the word, again and again, it's official I'm a fan of this author. Jamie is a babe for gifting me this book, I can't stop reading or stop crying from the intense amount of sadness. “Mommy, Are you crying?” Willow was staring at my tear-stained face with a worried look on her face. I was a sucker for sad books and this one right here is my new baby. “Baby, Can you pass me the tissue?” She handed me the tissue without a word.

Yessica asked, "or are you pretending to look busy so your teacher leaves you alone?" The girl looked up. Suspicious. "Both." "Fair." Yessica pulled a slim volume from the shelf. "Try this one. She writes like she's angry about things she's not supposed to be angry about." The girl turned the book over. Read the back. "Is it sad?" "Parts of it. But it's the kind of sad that makes you feel less alone." The girl bought it with her own money. Five pounds she dug out of a coat pocket.

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.