The window sees whoever comes and goes. The walls listen. The chair holds you. Even the hallway carries what words could not. In these stories, the everyday bears witness through friends, strangers, objects, and fleeting moments that hold the weight of what we break, what we mend, and what we dream again. Because what if home isn’t a place at all, but the stories that make us feel less …
It was still raining. As her cat looked outside the window where the raindrops fell on to the monstera leaves, she put that furry little thing on her lap and continued reading the stories.
You are not my first love, and you are not my first loss. But you are a chapter from the book of my life that i have a bookmark on.
This is a book about a bad seed. A baaaaaaaaaad seed. How bad? Do you really want to know? He has a bad temper, bad manners, and a bad attitude. He’s been bad since he can remember! This seed cuts in line every time, stares at everybody and never listens. But what happens when one mischievous little seed changes his mind about himself, and decides that he wants to be—happy?