It was a gift, not earned, but a surprise.
It had come out of the blue, when she turned to look behind to see who had called her.
A sharp pain, lots of blood and a hospital visit later, she realized she had been given a gift that would last her a lifetime – glasses.
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.