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Sean asked her. Luyando blinked away her tears. “Why do you ask that?” “Because you don’t look so happy.” He answered. “Why do you think I don’t look happy?” “Because you are sad.” The four year old answered. “Mummy said you are sick. She said you need love only. What did she mean?” Luyando’s fight against her tears intensified. “Your mother, she said that?” “Um,” the boy nodded. “Grandma, granddad, mummy too, they always hug me and tell me they love me. Do you want me to give you a hug Auntie Yando?”

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

She needed the accountability of a grade, the competition of her peers. She tossed her textbook aside and fished under her bed for The Story Girl. The title had worn off, she’d read it so many times, but Kylee never tired of the main character and her stories and travels. The library had given up trying to get it back years ago, and Kylee just kept reading it.

he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight."

I would soar across borders and continents as the wind hovers against my face. Goddamn!! I miss my childhood so much, and my mother was one person who made it more memorable for me. We shared so many awesome memories, even when she fell sick, she still made time for me. She would read me lovely fantasy books, she would take me into the world of dragons, talking cats, and pigs of course; Winnie the Pooh was my favorite piglet. Too bad what the world has done with that character in this generation, they are ruining my childhood with the new development. Speaking of childhood and stories, I loved books like Alice and wonderland; the adventures of young people in mysterious lands. One of my favo

“You’re the best big sister.” Lila beamed. Later—after baths, after dinner (spaghetti, Noah’s favorite, sauce everywhere)—they sat on the deck for story time. Lila chose The Little Mermaid—again. Alexander read—voices perfect, dramatic pauses. Noah listened—wide-eyed, thumb in mouth. When the book ended, Lila looked up at Alexander. “Daddy… tell real story?” Alexander raised an eyebrow. “Real story?” “About before me. When you meet Mama.”

However, with something on her mind, Thea tossed and turned that night, unable to fall asleep. Thorne pulled her into his arms and commanded dominantly, "Close your eyes, I will tell you a story." Then he went from Snow White to Pea Princess, from Cinderella to Thumbelina. Thea became more and more uneasy as she listened, “Why are all these stories about princes and Cinderellas who go through hardships and end up happily together?" Thorne said, "Because I liked it." Thea, “..." Finally, she felt a little guilty, “Why don't you go to sleep first? I really can't fall asleep."

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Liam grabbed his phone out of his pocket and was already making the phone call. "Do you need me to watch Addie today?" Denise asked as she came out of the kitchen. "Tatum and I are going to story time." Story time was one of the girls' favorite things to do at a local bookstore. Whoever took them was their hero for at least a few hours. "Oh, she would absolutely love that. You sure you don't mind?" "Not at all," Denise shook her head. "I'm already going anyway. One more kid isn't going to make a difference. Besides, together they kind of keep each other out of trouble."

“Mommy, read another one! I want to hear the one about the knight and the dragon!” “And after that, the story about the moon! Please, Mommy?” Josh said. I groaned from the exhaustion creeping in. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “One each, but that’s it. You both need to sleep.” They cheered, and I picked up the next book, throwing myself into the voices and expressions of the characters. The knight’s commands, the dragon’s fiery roars, and the damsel’s exaggerated cries all tumbled out of me as the boys watched with wide eyes. Every time I finished one, they begged for another, their pleas tugging at my heart.