We were all looking at my mum.
"Pluviophile. A lover of rain, someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. That is me. Not only that but I find it pleasurable to sit beside my window and count every single raindrop. Every single one of them crystal clear raindrops. Every single tear from the heavens above. That is how I see it. I see it as one of the most beautiful pheonomenons in the world. Not only this world but all the others too. The most beautiful thing in this universe. The most beautiful thing in this eternity.
Vincent, keep loving the rain in my place." My mum whispered. I remember that moment seemed to last forever. But then time kept on going too fast. She's gone now and I wish it had taken longer.
"I'll love the rain... for you mum..."
I tried to convince myself that but I never hated rain so much than I did then.
Good thing it wasn't raining.
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Little Keeper of Secrets #YoungAdult
أدب المراهقينWhen my mum died I was sure she died happy, but since I've found that book I found out that my mum had the darkest and scariest past in the world. She wasn't happy at all... And now I know what really happened because of her diary, her Little Keeper...
