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If only I had known that Jane would come to him, I should have come to him first, for I have first known him, he belonged to me. ‘Believe, the simple little things of today might be the bigger things tomorrow. ’ she said and pulled a book from the bookshelf; Ikigai - The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, and handed the book to me. ‘Open it to whatever page,’ I then opened the book, page 66, the first thing I read was, Live an Unhurried Life. ‘What do you see?’ she asked. ‘It says, Live an Unhurried Life.’

As I fix it, I notice the leather-bound notebook hidden beneath and my curiosity gets piqued. What's this? Her own planner? A phone book? Or maybe it's her personal collection of affirmations and inspirational quotes that help her get through each day. My grandmother used to have one. Whatever it is, it can't be that private if Felicity left it on desk. I'm just going to take a peek. Just a peek. I open the book to a random page and find it filled with handwritten lines. I read. Entry 4.5: I can't go to sleep. I'm grateful that I'm alive, that I have a job and a roof over my head, but I can't help but feel it's not enough. I feel so alone.

“Alright, now tell me two things you’re looking forward to today.” My mind blanks. Looking forward to? I don’t know. There’s nothing. But then… “Taking my pills,” I mumble. That’s something, right? Jace sighs but doesn’t push. “Stick with one. That’s fine. When you’re settled in a routine, two will be easier. Now, tell me one thing you’re grateful for.” I hesitate, my throat tightening. Nothing. I can’t think of a single thing. Jace must see it written all over my face because he leans closer. “You,” he says. “Be grateful for yourself. You can say yourself.”

Her face eased into a more relaxed expression, and she exhaled deeply, the tension gradually releasing from her body. “Thank you so much, Grace. You helped me a lot today and I’m glad I asked you to come my way this morning.” Charlotte said. With a small but heartfelt smile, Grace squeezed Charlotte’s right hand gently. “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she said sincerely. “And thank you for understanding my overactive imagination. You’ve shown me how important it is to ground ourselves in reality, even when our fears run wild.” She would try as much as she could to forget what pain she had brought with her and live in the moment with her head in the present.

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Evelyn was not just overwhelmed but grateful she found a good family. In the serendipitous encounters and shared moments of laughter, she found herself overwhelmed with a profound sense of gratitude. Each interaction with these beautiful souls felt like a gift, weaving a tapestry of cherished memories that would forever be etched in the fabric of her being. Their genuine kindness and unwavering support breathed life into her days, infusing even the simplest of moments with unparalleled richness and warmth. With each heartfelt conversation and shared experience, she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of human connection, the way it transcends boundaries and bridges the gaps between hearts

I politely explained, gesturing for her to take a seat on the couch which she did after a moment. "I guess I am; A thankful person, I mean... I've recently come to the realisation of how important the little things in life are, and how I should cherish them more. I need to grasp onto every bit of happiness that I can." She spoke to herself more than to me, but as I heard her words, I couldn't help but grow more curious of her. "But, you too..." She looked me in the eyes, gracing me with yet another smile. "What?" I asked, confused on what she was referring to.

"Read it when you're ready. No pressure to respond." I left before she could ask questions. Drove home and waited. The letter was eight pages. One hundred things I loved about Grace Monroe that had nothing to do with how she looked or what she could give me. I'd written: "Number one: You reorganize when you're stressed. I love that I can tell your emotional state by how alphabetized your bookshelves are. Number seven: You're fierce when protecting the twins but gentle when they're scared. I love watching you calibrate. Number fourteen: You built an empire from divorce ashes. I love your refusal to stay broken. Number twenty-three: You pick fights about sentencing guidelines when you're scare