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I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

Crimson collected the book from her hand. "Your hands not reaching your ears means that you are still very young and not allowed to start reading love stories so from now you are only allowed to read books like Cinderella, frozen, Moana, Alex in the Wonderland and other Disney stories apart from that, no William Shakespeare books until your hands can reach your ears okay." Crimson said. "But why? I don't want to read that, they are so boring." Pearl pouted.

"It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give you a book to read and you would come and tell me what happened every day?'' That would be amazing

I asked, seeing that he lingered longer around my bookshelf. “I have not picked a choice yet, they all seem interesting,” he said, turning to me. “Do you want me to give you a recommendation?” I asked. “Sure, I will like that,” he answered. “What kind of stories do you enjoy? Adventure, mystery, or maybe something about Romance?” Nathan’s eyes lit up. “Adventure stories are my favorite! I love reading about daring heroes and exciting adventures .” “You see that book over there,” I asked, pointing to the green book on the shelf. “That used to be my favorite book as a child and I'm sure you will love it too,”

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.

she had replied, “I’ve always loved this book.” “When I was six years old,” she said, “I saw a picture that had a great impact on me. It was in a book called ‘The Real Nature Stories’…” Lydia had begun reading the book aloud for our child. I had put a hand on her belly and laughed, “You hear that, little one? Your mother’s telling you stories already! Aren’t you going to grow up to be a big reader!” “Shush!” Lydia had said in mock anger, “I’m reading it aloud for you, too.”

Alya lied down on the couch and rested her head on the pillow, smiling up at me. Stories were our thing. After a lot of effort, I got her into reading. But her only condition was that I read to her. Ever since, we picked an author and I read all of their best books to her almost every day. And Oscar Wilde's The Happy Prince was the first book I read to her. It became her favorite book and Wilde her favorite author.

She was getting better at the E in Emma. We had bath time at seven thirty, and I made sure to give her hair a thorough scrub. She insisted on bringing three rubber ducks even though the bathtub wasn't that big. Stories at eight. Three books. Same three she'd been requesting for two weeks. Some story about a bear who couldn't sleep. Another about a mouse who lost his hat. A third about a girl who built a rocket ship. "Daddy?" she said as I was turning off the light. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

To my amiable readers I want to urge you to stay connected to Kebby Ng as am committed to bringing you amazing stories with lots of fun and life lessons it's my passion and ambition to build a liabrary filled with captivating and life transforming and at the same time fun filled stories. I am giving you my readers my word that I will always keep you entertained with my stories, its just the beginning, we still have a whole lot of amazing stories up in pack for you. I want to encourage you, paying money to read stories is not a waste at all, what reading does to you cannot be over emphasized. Your brain stays alive and a whole lot of other experiences that comes your way through reading

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"