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Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both

Hazel enjoys getting to know all of them, and she feels like she's making a difference in their lives, one book at a time. Hazel's favorite part of her job is hosting the weekly book club. It's a small group of about eight people, but they're passionate about reading and always have fascinating insights to share. One of the members, a woman named Margaret, is especially enthusiastic. She always brings snacks for the group and keeps everyone engaged in lively discussion. One day, Margaret comes in with a big smile on her face. "You'll never believe what happened!" she says. "I was at the grocery store, and I ran into a famous author!

I was planning to visit my parents' grave before I left, and was returning with their favorite flowers the day after I booked my flight. That was when I heard a child's laughter in my bedroom, and opened the door to see a sight that sent my breath rushing out of my lungs. My parents' favorite fruit I prepared was knocked over, and Sean's son had nibbled on every single fruit. Sally was laughing and clapping for the boy, and bringing him more fruits that he hadn't nibbled.

“You know, we could have some kind of reading list.” “Reading list?” I asked. “I’ve always envied reading clubs who had books to take down. Since you like reading, that wouldn't actually be inconvenient, will it?” I shook my head, “No.” “So, we decide a time to meet, and then we have a reading list. Maybe we both must finish eight books in two weeks. It could be at the library or right here. We don't have to read the same book. Just have different books, and delve into different worlds on the spot. Doesn't that sound fascinating?” She asked, with a bright smile. Hazel kept talking about the reading list in excitement, and I watched her in wonder.

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LILY "In the pages of a book, we find an escape and a mirror reflecting our own stories, struggles, and triumphs. I encourage you to share your thoughts openly, fostering an environment where the exchange of ideas becomes a cherished part of our meetings..." I stood amidst the crowd, staring into space, hating the feeling that had enveloped me. Elated. I was supposed to be elated. Running a book club for senior citizens? This was my dream come true. Among the people I loved, what more could I wish for?

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Compliments passed back and forth, smiles filled the air, and the amount of giggles would make you think you were at a teenager’s sleepover talking about the hottest guy on Teen Vogue. And I must say that it was a nice day. Book club went off without a hitch, and the exchange of ideas fueled more conversation about home, family, work, and life in general. And then we heard it. The salsa dance. The library was closing in thirty minutes. Again, now in fifteen minutes. And last call, time to pack up and go.

"What does my husband really want? Was he just confused on what he initially wanted but it suddenly occurs to him that his children should be borne by one woman. The same baby mama that he told me he never had anything to do with became his best choice. Few months later I'm still trying to fully understand why bad thing happened to good people. Is it that my happiness doesn't supposed to last? Why is my Joy always temporary? When I thought God has finally smiled at me then disaster will struck. I'm trying to forge ahead and not letting Joba's hurt and betrayal to dictate my happiness. I have submitted my credentials to different company and awaiting their call.