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The wails of a child tore me from sleep. "Look at our son, Lily. Isn't he just precious?" Derick smilingly cradled a baby in his arms, standing at the foot of my hospital bed. Blinking away confusion, I took in Derick's youthful features and realized: I had been given a second chance at life. I had come back to the very day they had taken my child from me. The thought fueled a surge of adrenaline that pushed the pain aside. I reached out, desperate to take the baby from Derick.

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Let me just start by saying my name is Sapphire, I live with my father, mother, and two brothers. My father is a well-known CEO, he owns Walmart; my mother is a well-known fashion designer, she created Chanel. My parents expect us to follow in their footsteps, they want us to be well known so their image doesn’t go to waste. My older brother wants to be exactly like my mother, while my younger brother wants to be like my father. Now, I want to be like myself, I don’t want to be like my father or mother, I want to do my own thing. I want to be an author, I want to create books and fill my reader’s minds with crazy adventures and characters that my readers can connect to. My father doesn’t l

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

Let the people investigate on their own. “Funny story, Sebastian, the headline stated that I was an orphan. I want to let everyone know that I have a loving mother and a whole lot of people supporting and loving me behind the scenes.” I glanced at Ellie and smiled at her. She smiled back and waved her hand at me. “Regarding my father, honestly I don't care where on the earth the man is. He's absent my whole life and I don't think I have to acknowledge him anymore. So I really don't get the point why this anonymous person, who published the article, keeps bringing him up. This same person tormented me ever since I tied a knot, and right now it feels like I'm living rent-free inside her head.”

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

"I figured something like that would happen; that's why I wrote you the letter." "I know, I know, but you know how your sisters are; they're very protective of you. We just need to give them some time, they'll come around, but we can't force it, ya know." "Ma, do you see those three babies over there? How do I pick and choose which one of them to share my life story with? Which one should I tell that I was about to forfeit my life? If something happens to me, which one of them should be burdened their whole life with thoughts of revenge?"

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

We were both exhausted. I turned and walked into the airport. Traveling without him would be more enjoyable. I got to see the sunrise over the mountains as I wished, in a small town at the foot of the snowy mountains. I turned off my phone and isolated myself from the world for a week. During that week, I learned a valuable lesson. The most important person to love in life is yourself.