Novel & Cerita Reading Is Hard

"You were sleeping. You don't sleep enough." She sat up. The floor was cold. She pulled on socks. "You don't either." "I'm not the one who stays up reading books I don't understand." She almost smiled. Almost. "Clara said I'd get it eventually." "Did you?" She looked at the book on her desk. The cover was worn. The pages were marked. "No." "Then why do you keep reading it?" She thought about it. The words that blurred. The sentences she had to read twice. The ideas she couldn't quite grasp.

My eyes widened when she said that. "What?" "I guess Linnea didn't tell you." My father said and it felt like I was being slapped. "That's why she is always running away from Sweden, she is tired of having to study all the time. She has to fix her dyslexia when it's so difficult for her." I was speechless. I leaned my body to my seat. That's why she never wants to read books and even watch crazy movies because she was having a hard time processing it. Everything makes sense now. All her actions and just.. everything.

I sink into the chair next to her. "What is making you so excited?" She laughs and points at the television where the opening song of Dadin Kowa is playing. I sit next to her and ask her how school is while the anchor is doing an introduction. "School is fine, its just IELTS is so hard to read for, you know?" I nod. Knowing Baba, he forced even me to read for GCSE and all the international tests even when I was going to a military school in Russia.

"It's hard!" "No. It's easy! You just—" "I hate it! I hate math! It's hard!" "Then we will make it easy~" "It's not fun!!" He cries even louder over math. Meanwhile, Hedwelch is nonchalantly vandalizing the book by the quill.

And I still can't fucking believe I made him, "It was fun." "Liar," he yawns again, "It's not fun. My mom and Auntie try to teach me how to read and I hate it. I don't want to learn." "Why?" I ask and I actually tap his cheek to keep him awake when his eyes roll back. This is not earning me any Best Father awards, but I want to continue this bonding moment, "Tell me why you hate it. Reading is very fun."

Now all of a sudden I'm challenging? "You're just hard to read sometimes. We're very different people in case you hadn't noticed. Our worlds don't exactly snap into place very easily" He explains. Well that last part isn't really news to me but I didn't know that I was hard to read. Sometimes I think I can be too upfront with him and how I feel. He's the one who's hard to read!

Jane asked the four of them and I can see that they groaned. "Awful." "Stressed." "Tiring." "Haggard." Jane looked at me full of astonishment and turned to them again, "Why is it tiring and stressful? I mean, look at me. I am a student also and I always look fresh when I study and read some lessons. It's not hard." Patrick stared at her with his jaws dropped, "You are such a nerdy, Jane. Probably! You're still on what? Grade one? You haven't even reached subtraction and multiplication yet, so you can say that it's not hard," Patrick said.

She has bore me a son whom I adore and consider my almost blessing, made me the happiest— — I immediately told him to stop reading. I had asked Hector to read for me because there were words, I still struggled with here and there. It took so much time for me get through a paragraph. I knew well enough to read but it took me much longer to mouth the words and get the full context. Hector was a big help but I told him to stop. My heart felt heavy, It was too much for me to handle.

Too loud. She tried pressing her ears on the door but she could only hear muffled conversations. She couldn’t make out the words. Resigned, she went to eat what she could stomach. The coffee is not sweetened. The bread is kind of hard to swallow. Eventually, she dunked it in the coffee and allowed it to soften a bit before she put it in her mouth. What is she supposed to do now? Who are they after? Her dad? Her family? Or Christan?

He couldn’t help but feel proud of his smart daughter. “May I ask why you’re reading such a difficult book? It doesn’t seem like the book you should be reading at your age.” Yuna laughed, “It doesn’t matter what age I am, father. If there is any book out there that was too difficult for me, I would like to read it at all cost. If I don’t know something, I could always find out how to read it over time. It’s simple.”