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Chapter 13: Recipe of Life
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2021-09-05 03:16:16Cecilia
Harper and I met when I was just twelve years old. I had lost my parents to the disease, and I had run away from an orphanage and lived on the streets. Not to drag out a sad story, but she became a mother to me, and later, as I grew older and wiser, I became a teacher to others, so I became her friend, her most trusted. She taught me many things in life, and one of the most important lessons she ever taught me was the "Recipe of Life," and it is this:
- 1/2 cup of warmth and kind words
- 1/2 cup of joy and good memories
- 1 spoon of empathy
- 1 pinch of humor
Then you stir everything together softly, enjoy, and you'll feel how positive energies are renewed. There has always been something special about Harper that has brought us all together and kept us together as a family. With her gone, more fights have begun about the proper use of the Vortex and the ethics behind it.
LenySoulcalibur Do you agree with the Recipe of Life?
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