PROJECT PEN [SEASON II]

JUDGES REVIEW (BATCH THREE)

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005 MARA
009 HUMBLEPEN
014 BEMA
022 SNEAKY COUGAR

LET'S BEGINNN.....

JUDGES REVIEW

STORY ENTRY:

I was just three when I last saw my mom, too young to recognize her face but old enough to know she was part of my life. Sometimes, a different scent filled the air, not the usual fragrance the maid liked to wear but a stronger one. In those moments, I convinced myself it was my mom's and imagined she was right here, watching over me. If only she didn't die of asthma when I was five.

"Happy birthday, William!" my dad and aunt said, bursting into my room with a loud cheer. I tried to suppress my smile, not wanting to appear too excited. I was eighteen now, I didn't want to be caught acting giddy like a little kid.

"We've got gifts for you," my aunt added, her voice playful. I had been getting used to that voice ever since she moved in with us after her divorce. Her liveliness was a welcome addition to my home.

Not too long before the maid walked in. "You're now a big boy oo!" She said with a smile and came over to give me a big hug.

"Your mother would be so proud of you," she added, causing tension within the atmosphere and words hung in the air. I could feel the eyes of everyone on me.

"She really would be," Dad said, to break up the tension. He placed his hands on my shoulder, a comforting gesture.

I felt uneasy seeing how close they were to each other and how they kept invading my personal space. I wanted to get away from the celebration and be alone with my thoughts, but I knew that wouldn't be possible. My family was enjoying the moment, and they were oblivious to my discomfort.

I picked up my phone and started scrolling in an attempt to get them out of my room. After a few minutes, they must have noticed something was off because they left me alone.

As I scrolled through the birthday wishes on my phone, a notification popped up. I thought it was another birthday message, so I tapped on it eagerly. To my surprise, it wasn't a message, but an email. My heart raced as I read the subject line: "Unveiling the truth." I frowned in confusion and went ahead to read the content.

Dear William,

Happy eighteenth! As an adult now, there are things you should know about your family. Open your eyes; you've been in the dark for too long. Your father has been deceiving you, and your mother is far from dead.

Beneath the message was a picture of my aunt and father in a cozy embrace with smiles on their faces. It looked like it was taken over a decade ago. They both looked young and vibrant.