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“Certainly with what we know about magic, which I admit is very little.” “We never received proper training,” my mother cut in. “Everything I know is from ancient texts, dating back to the creation of Fresonia and the seven kingdoms.” “Do you have any of those books still?” I asked desperately. “There might be answers in there that we need.” My mother shook her head sadly. “Not anymore. I gave them away, about twenty years ago, maybe more, to a young woman from the farmlands. She was about to have a baby, and she could sense that the baby had magic. She wanted to get some knowledge in order to raise her daughter properly.”

It was a photo from Uncle Gary. In the picture, Mom sat alone in the stairwell of the old building. Her head was lowered, her back slumped, the whole scene bleak and quiet. There was a line of text underneath. "Caleb, your mom's bad knee is acting up again. She's in so much pain she can't make it downstairs. You make millions a year, yet you won't even rent her a place with an elevator. It's embarrassing for the family…" My chest tightened so hard that I couldn't catch my breath.

“I can see it.” She stared at the photograph. He was right. She had been arguing with the book. “Don’t tell my mother that,” she said. “Your mother already knows,” her mother said from the kitchen doorway. “That book was about mathematics. You’d decided the author was wrong about something.” “Was she wrong?” Ryder said. “About one thing, yes,” Mia’s mother said. “She wrote a letter to the publisher.” Ryder looked at Mia. She looked at the wall.

Juniper nodded her head after hearing Selena’s suggestion. The story was called ‘Me and My Dad’, and it was written in three installments that were split into three books. The plot revolved around a little dinosaur by the name of Rory and his father. In fact, these storybooks were a gift from her colleague who didn’t know that Selena was a single mother. Thus, she had never chosen them to read for Juniper because she was afraid that the child would ask difficult questions, which she might not know how to answer.

I approached my mother's bed, intending to return the novels to the bookshelf. My mother has always loved reading. She even collected many novels and children's story books. Mama often told me that she wanted to be a children's story writer. Even though mom gave up on her dream after my dad died. And Mama chose to focus on raising me. "Huh?" I furrowed my brows when I saw the plastic packages hanging and squeezing behind the bookshelf. My hand tried to reach the plastic. Although it was a little difficult, I finally managed to reach the plastic and peek inside.

My small fame was on floor. That's when I realized it wasn't me, it was Medusa in the novel when she's younger. But why am I seeing it now? Author's pov The little girl hugged her knees close to her chest recalling the words her dad just said to her. "You can't meet her anymore sweetie, she left us all alone. Your mother, she left us all alone." her father's words rang through her ear again and she closed her ears with her palms not wanting to hear those words again.

Hearing all these things from her personally would have been the best but alas it is not to be. I get to the part where she went for the job interview in our house, apparently she wrote a lot of this while she worked there. Amelia, my mother had been the one who taught her how to read and write in english excellently, she had been the one who inspired her to start writing the journals of her life in the first place in order to better herself. A smile forms on my face as I picture the two of them sitting down learning from each other, It definitely sounds like something my mother can do. Deep down the woman has a heart of gold and I am pretty sure if I was raised by only her I would have even

I did a quick scan and found that some of the pages were crumpled and torn. This would be the perfect time to see what was inside the book since Mother was away. She was in her usual routine, fishing. I scanned every page and looked for the words ‘love’ and ‘potion’. I was lucky that my mother taught me how to read and write. She told me that it’s the only gift that she could give me that I could use for the rest of my life. Spells, enchantments, curses, taboos. It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’.

"This.. this is insane, mother. In fact y'all are insane. Witches? Power in my blood? What bullshit thing is that! That's the kind of thing people make up in stories for children and I know that I'm a full grown adult so what's all this nonsense, Mother?" Florence chuckled softly. It sounded cold and amused. "Looks like you've snapped out of whatever that peasant did to you. I like that. Well, as for your question, darling, stories come from truth. Origins, love. Humans only call it fantasy because they are too weak and stupid to comprehend it."

There were a lot of books ranging from different spheres and works of life and a section for fiction. I opted for financial books. Since childhood, I had loved business and finance, but I never had the chance to continue school. I picked a book titled “RICH mum and POOR mum by TMA” I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return.