Good-day. I stayed upp all nigh reading City of Glass, which is enthralling to say the least. I love it!
I’m thinking right now, with a cup of tea in my hand and natural almonds that might be out of date… anyways.
I’m thinking in the future, my future, I need to write a book. I hope you’re interested in what it would be about, because here goes:
I’d write about a normal family. Two girls, a mother and a father. Life isn’t bad at all from start. The children gets a childhood worth reliving a thousand times, going abroad, camping, adventures and loving parents. But I’d also write about the cancer that hits the father when the girls are at the age of starting school. And I’d write about the divorce that followed, about the four years the family spent roaming the place where they belonged, without knowing they belonged together and nowhere else.
There was the mother whom the father had divorced after being well from the cancer. Maybe he wanted to taste freedom again, live it like he’d always wanted to? Because by now, he sure knew that each day could be your last. You never knew what could happen.
There was the clash of feelings four years after the divorce. Love in its return and a torn apart family that struggled to be whole again. They knew it would take a lot, but the struggle would be worth the outcome.
Only, somehow the story doesn’t end happy at that point. The girls won’t have a couple of wonderful teenage years, at least not the older. The year she’s about to turn 14, death strikes her again. This time, she’s left knowing that the boy she once knew for loving her is now dead. And the pain of knowing you didn’t say it back, is worse than anything. She had her chance at it years before, but gave it up and they parted as friends. Now he was gone, and she was left.
I could probably continue the story, with the depression that followed the accident of her friend. Maybe the way I have never felt so horrible in my whole life. I hurt myself, I pushed the people who loved me away - still do.
With destruction comes scars. That’s the simple truth. I know it, I’ve lived it, I have the scars to prove it.
What is next ahead, I’ll take on with a smile. Because I broke through at some point. And I would do it a thousand times over.