The Thorns Of Hope: A Tale Of Tragedy And Redemption.

Secrets |Chapter 06|

I followed her up . It was the second floor i mean i just passed it till the end but we are again at the beginning.

We went inside the room in the middle of the floor. Which was very very dark before. It wasn't anymore it was black but it wasn't dark.

It was the prettiest room i have every seen in my life. Sure it was a bedroom. I always wished for a room like in a fantasy.

The bed was too pretty to sleep on. It had a bedsheets with stars on them. It looked totally like the night sky. That darkness yet dat beauty was all the same as if someone jas printed the sky on it. There were some pictures hanged on the wall more like drawings. (I was so lost in thought and the beauty of the room that i forgot the woman who i followed).The woman i followed wasn't there but it didn't stop me from exploring this beauty, my dream.

There was a huge dressing table right by the bed so huge. My whole family could have looked at themselves at once.i went infront of the table and i saw her( me) from there all this poverty stinks, i wish i had a room like this i wished i could live a happy life without any pain and bullying from those nasty kids who hit me and bully me everyday. They always said i wasn't educated, i was a bitch :-(.

There was a small drawer in the dressing table. My curiosity opened it. There was book in it. It was like in fantasy stories. A big book border with a golden strips, a picture of a mother holding her child as if she was her world, holding her so tight as if someone could stole her from her was carved thickly in to the cover, thicker it was i don't think even if the cover was cut in half the carving would go away, it was locked in the most precious way possible with a silver lock strong and a black smith.

I opened the book to see what it was , there might me more drawings in it like on the wall hangers.( I always loved drawing, it was my hobby )

"Diary of my life"
Is what was written inthe first page.
I was surprised. Because i always dreamt of having my own diary to write about my story but my parents never had enough money to buy me a at least a normal school book. If they did i would have gone to school and studied well.
Mrs.polly one of the teacher's of the village school who is also our neighbour is a very very kind woman who thought me how to read and write... Thanks to her i began reading books and writing not on paper but on sand.
I flipped through the pages;
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Sorry for the cliff hanger🤓