Majesty of Obsession

Beginning

Life is not a thing you lay hold for granted as you'll never be aware of when the good comes to an end. Live in contentment, never to nitpick on the most insignificant moments of life. Let go of what you cannot have when it matters, there are more in this life waiting for you. Even when faced with dilemma, for the longest time I have told myself, Don't let the world eat you; don't just survive, live.

That's what I believe and did throughout my whole life. Remained satisfied with all the things that I possess and always, always persevere.

Little did I know these things will be crashing down one by one with my own eyes to see and not even a thing for me to do.

This came from my uncle, my guardian, who took me after my mother had passed away whilst giving birth to me. He, at all times, even at wearying ones,  reminds me that starting happiness with what you have is best to start a remarkable life. His name is Ramon Lewis.

Time and years became visible in his growing features—black hair color that had its roots turn white as a sign of aging, a short but evident beard and mustache that adds to his appeal, and the wrinkles on his eyes that come along whenever he smiles. He owns gigantic glasses over his calm feature that suits his warm and yet, happy personality; I what love most about him. We own a small library which benefits us to get past our everyday needs—the family's walk of life. 

Today is my birthday, 18th, and that's why I'm way too eager to come home from the library where I spend most of my days in. I'm in charge of this wonderful world imagined through text. This small bookstore keeps the people in our town a little bit together. Since Uncle Ramon would go manipulate a few more works for a living, I handle the place, which isn't that hard. No amount of work can be too difficult if you're genuinely passionate about them, if you're not near passionate then you're wasting your time. In my case, my Uncle and I are each other's lives, and of course, the library we both work hard to establish.

He's the only family I have. As for my real-blooded father? I've never encountered him, really. Uncle Ramon said he was a knight that died during his years of service, but never mentioned how he was as a person, how he died, or how he even met my mother. I never really asked more knowing that I have my uncle—the one who stood as my father. Besides, wouldn't it be offhand to look for the non-attending father over the one who gave me this kind of living—my uncle as my father figure?

I get different from how I am to my mother actually, I always have a lot of questions when it comes to her. Sadly, every time I ask about her, uncle would look incredibly down, and smile at me with little hope and say the words, "She's all there ever is and was, what I know is that she truly loved you with her dear life."

"Good evening darlin'. I'll just return the book I borrowed a couple of days ago. They really are the best ones yet. Any recommendations?" I was out of my thoughts so suddenly when Mrs. Waldy spoke, appearing nice in her stunning bright green hat and matching green dress, making the sight a bit too, uh, eye-catching.

"I-it's not that we held the best books in town but I can tell you about a book uncle is working on. I'll tell you as soon as I know." I said shyly trying to speak up normally, although feeling bonkers on my own.

Well, the thing is, I may have developed into being a little stuttering fool in front of people that I haven't gotten along with. I bit my lip and looked at my shivering fingers; an addictive concern I have whenever I feel nervous or scared.

"O sweet pumpkin pie, you are such adorable. Most likely, glamorous. I'll look forward to that book, I expect. Ramon really is one of the excellent writers I know." She said as I smile, trying to hide my companion-difficulty to people—awkwardness, my old friend.