The journey to Happiness

The journey to Happiness

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"That was all Jessie needed to be happy. Holding her girls hands while they are both asleep, shitty jokes and bad jabs expressed. That was all she needed to do if she wanted to be happy. To focus on the little things like warm smiles, true apologies, and hand holding under the pale light of the moon. That was the climb on this Journey to Happiness. To take one step each day, the sun would rise in the morning, the nights will always be cold but they warmed with the right people. That was the journey- This is the Journey." This book is a lot of one day events with many a night in between, I will admit the pacing is a wee bit weird but should read like a little glimpse of her every chapter.
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[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.

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