PART 3 OF, 'AGAINST THE WIND' FOLLOWED BY, 'ECHOES OF THE WIND.'
Will Jacob get back his love ? Or is a love lost forever? Read it in the next book of, 'THE WIND SERIES_#3' called "Return of the wind."
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A beautiful woman with champagne blonde curls coiffed into a bun. She wore a pastel coloured open closed-bodied gown cinched at her narrow waist. A matching petticoat in the front and her shiny grey eyes held confident with mountain high pride.
I started to read~
1556 I am not strange, I am just not normal. My life is not the same as yours. People in my life are different from that of yours; how I am with each of them is different. How each one of them make me feel is different.Things that bother me are not the same as yours. Things that makes me happy are different and unique.Things that I believe in are different from the rest. Normal is mundane or routine, events in my life is not normal. My mother says I'm an angel but I know she lies to me. There's only one angel watching over me and I call her "Mom". That's why I say an angel surrounds me in when my heart is sore. She has come from heaven, singing the whispers of love for all. When in my heart I feel a tug, I always know a place -my Angel's hug. I rest in her arms -a place of peace and love. She guides me through my worries and help me through each day. She is always by my side, she never goes away. But she says that one day she'll go away and I have to live up to my own and I did promise her today; that if she looked down from heaven and see me with what life I have got_I will chant with her to remember the goodness in this world and bring out the greatest version of myself.
The drop of tears riot out from my eyes. You are the greatest version of yourself, Chris. She'd definitely be proud of you, today. My chin shuddered gently.
I turned the page and started onto another~
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1558 I repeat after my mother. 'O Lord! The storm of distress had risen above me and water is already up to my soul. But all my hope is in you and~' She reads the lines from The Bible. 'But all my hope is in you. You know the cause of the evil which torments my soul. Even the hairs of my head are numbered by you~' I continue the lines after her.'I flee to you; drive off every evil thing which seeks to destroy my soul.' I repeatedly chant after her. We sit beside a stream that sounds so melodious, only because there are rocks between its path. I have been taught to adopt the pace of nature that never stops. But now I see_her secret is not the flow, but her patience with others. That's something I'm losing of my behold. Gradually. . .even the slightest of things makes me angry. Sometimes I never know when I'd leave my calm behind and fewer times I can feel the downward spiral, but could do nothing.The worst part is that I know I am getting bad, yet I cannot do anything to stop. . .The blackness now yearns to settle inside me. It's getting better of me. It's filling up all of my holes for everything that's against my will. I don't feel like myself anymore. I can see myself change; I can feel it.
