Life was working good for me. I was free. I was happy. I was content. There wasn't a thing I couldn't have- well having rich neglecting parent do have there own benefits- on top of that my younger version just wanted to divert his parents attention to himself so I worked hard through school then college and then university, just so they would show up when I became valedictorian, when I got in to Harvard electrical engineering On scholarship, when I won a frigging Tech award for the highest grossing video game in fifty years,
But no, their son wasn't worth the time compared to their business.
Through every major step of my life, my grandmother Sophia was with me. She was always there waiting for me, supporting me through my teenage years. I never had a sweet tooth but my grandma would bake cookies for me and I would devour them without a second thought. She used to love telling me bed time stories.
There was a special legend that my grandma religiously repeated every night . The story was about how we were blessed by an ancient sorceress to have a magical heart that would call to your other half on every blue moon bringing you closer and closer until you meet them. Now as a toddler, I couldn't grasp the concept of a better half or soulmate whatever you wanna call it. And, as a teenager and young adult it just seemed ludicrous to even think that you have magic that'll one day help you find your soul mate.
I used to tease my grandmother that she was an old hag now and couldn't remember the true story.
I had just finished my business in the office and was walking towards my car when she came tumbling down my path, literally.
Guess the jokes on me.
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Blue moon
Fantasy--------------------------------------- An old legend. A Modern era. Not a good combination. What happens when Stephan Raffael the king of the gamer world, suddenly finds himself in the swirl of stories and legends told by his grandma will he jus...
