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But the very next day, she brought out a cushion and sat on that bench, reading her newspaper in the sun. Later on, I also posted about this chapter of my life on the blog. I wrote about the apple pie that warmed me to the core, about the hallway light left on for me late at night, and about the eccentric old woman who always left me late-night snacks whenever I worked overtime. That post shattered every viewership record on the internet. The comment with the most likes read, "Turns out, family isn't defined by blood. Instead, it's something nourished into existence by love."

she snickered. "Well, I love fantasy, action, thriller and suspense books but those books were different" he spoke with excitement. He liked talking about his favourite books. "Why?" "Is this an interview questions?" he chuckled while she smiled shyly at him. "Answer, maybe I can read it" "ARB101 book is a short story but I love the begin of the book, it started with Whatsapp chat while Adiya Amir is the sweetest of all. The book inspires me a lot" he finished.

How I could’ve been walking aimlessly through the bookstore one moment, scorning Reverend McIlvian and his healing powers, and the next unconsciously buying his book, of all things. In a way, I suppose it makes some sort of sense. All my life I’d gone to great lengths to convince myself that I was “okay” with my handicap. Turns out I was a pretty decent liar. However, even though it pissed me off that folks—Dad included—had fallen for this shyster’s shit, deep down inside? I suppose a part of me wanted that healing, too. Or at least, a part of me was curious, wanted to see if there was anything to it, if it were possible for me to be . . .

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I immediately hug and kiss my cute doll like it's some lost but found puppy, and then seriously put those books on the shelf so that they are next to my favorite detective novels. It doesn't matter that they are books for children. I like books, a lot. Both fiction and nonfiction, especially when both the writer and protagonist are women. I so cannot believe I pulled this hoax off. I set up the camera on my new laptop and take selfies of me in all the clothes, not forgetting to pose with the doll as well. "What's on your mind?" I say, looking at my timeline border on F******k. "You're about to find out."

Yeah, I looked that fucking good but obviously better in real life based off on their reactions right now. Would I call myself a narcissist for loving myself that much? Nah, but I would say I was confident in my looks and in my abilities. Besides, wasn't it a wise person who once talked about the importance of self love? "Y-Y-You-'re J-J-Jo..." "Do you guys happen to have any books by Spencer Carter?" I asked the lady behind the counter with my usual killer smile on my face and that was when I heard someone drop to the floor.

There was something about it that made me want to record every detail. "What's your book about?" he asked suddenly, without taking his eyes off the screen. I looked down at the book in my hands. "It's about a woman's journey to find herself." He stopped typing and turned his head. "Sounds interesting." I smiled faintly. “Interesting. Not because the story is extraordinary, but because the small details feel close. Everyday things that turn out to have meaning.” He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “I see what you mean.”

I muttered to myself. I stared at the mirror, looking at the woman, I have become and married him for something precious and not this. Loving wealth, fame, power and still do my thing normally, that's my goal. Suffering became part of me when I was growing up. Suffering and street life is what I wouldn't like to experience again. He is a caring and lovable husband, but he wants to be the head. My voice doesn't count. “I have a voice, I am a brave lady.” I said to myself and stood up grandly to the dinning room to meet him.

I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book. "This should be interesting." I murmured to myself once again when I also notice that it only cost me a few dollars to buy the book. I smiled a little and went on for the next pages. "Bro, are you just gonna stay inside this place or you still want to go home to your boyfriend?" I look at my left when I heard Rael's voice from the other side of the shelf. I blink my eyes, realizing how I stayed here for long so I chuckle to myself before I decided to buy the book for me.

I said. "I'll join you in a moment," Igor said. I sat in my favorite chair and opened a book, but I didn't really read. I just thought about the look on that businessman’s face when I didn't flinch. For the first time, I felt like I was winning. My father wanted me to be ashamed, but as I sat there in the quiet of our home, I realized I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was with the person I loved, and if the world wanted to watch, let them.