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Author: Aya Jamandre
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56
The smell of coffee wakes me up from my slumber. It was lingering inside my room, and as I slowly opens my eyes, the gentle sunlight from my room window greets me with a good morning.

Oh, I’m home.

I snuggle inside my blankets as I stop myself from crying. I don’t understand why I am suddenly feeling emotional as undecipherable distant memories start to flood my brain. My room definitely just looks like how it was before. It is still full of vibrant pastel-colored things and walled in white. However, I feel like someone died.

Or maybe I lost someone so close to me.

I sit down on the corner of my bed and run my hands on my hair. I have this feeling that there’s an emptiness within my heart. I hear a plate drop outside my room so I run downstairs in confusion. There, I saw my mom preparing our breakfast in her lovely white apron. I’m stunned. Surprised even. She’s picking up the broken tableware carefully so she will not cut herself. She notices that I am there, looking at her like a m
Aya Jamandre

Dear Readers, FINALLY! We're Done! Thank you so much for bearing with my first drafts. Yes, my dear readers, these are indeed my first drafts. I know that it is not much right now but still you guys have decided to stick with me until the end. I am very thankful for your support as seeing your numbers grow from 1 to 10 to 100 and now running to a thousand has motivated me to finish it all. Thank you for bearing with my grammatical errors, my typos, and the long hiatuses. To my supportive editor/s who I can contact if there's anything that I need to know. And to my friends and family who although doubts me, never stopped me from continuing this feat. I dedicate this story to the being who's been with me since day 1, and that is God. So, 'till next time. Xoxo, Aya Jamandre

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