Lilac's life has always been far from perfect, but one day she decides to pick up a pen and write. She begins to write the truth about the life that she has experienced, the lessons she's learned, and the things that she has missed. Everyday she continues to pick up the pen, writing the truth at all cost.
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Growing up I never had nannies, I had babysitters, one woman with as many kids as she could have and handle. Most of the time passing the younger ones off to the older ones, often seeming to be hanging on by a thread. Back then I never knew, I never understood the truth behind the person who would provide part-time care. It was a hustle. A way to make ends meet, a way to stay alive. As years passed by I began to fathom the meaning behind hustle. Soon I would have to experience it myself making my black and white blinders fall off and showcasing the full of color of the world. Full of pain and anguish, happiness and joy, and everything in between. While this story is the farthest thing ever from a fairy tale, it's still a story about love, hope, and freedom. As I paint these pages with words, that create The Chronicles Of Me.
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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