When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book. ~Margaret Walker
It's true. When I was about 8, my father left home and never returned. It was then, I learned that books were truly the best of friends. I keep thinking about what happens when I read.
When I read...
I'm tranported to a different place, where families are together, parents don't fight, and children are happy.
When I read...
Moms bake cookies, love, cherish and protect their children.
When I read...
I find forgiveness, loyalty, and bonds that are always restored.
When I read...
Obstacles are overcome, fears disappear, relationships are mended.
When I read...
Everything once broken can forever be fixed.
When I read...
Friendships either last forever or come back together.
When I read...
I get lost in my imagination, in the story, in the characters and I create a little spot for myself, and just maybe I can live here and have these memories instead of my own.
When I read...
Someone kisses my skinned knees.
When I read...
I become someone's whole world.
When I read...
I forget where I came from.
When I read...
I remember my hometown.
When I read...
I remember why I left home.
When I read...
I understand what it feels to be left behind.
When I read...
I don't have to hide to be unseen.
When I read...
I'm reminded of everything I missed.
When I read...
I'm reminded of everything that I have.
When I read...
I wish my childhood had been different.
When I read...
I realize it could have been so much worse.
When I read...
I can't hear her screaming.
When I read...
I long for a mother.
When I read...
I miss my father.
When I read...
I understand why he left her.
When I read...
I wish he could have taken me with him.
When I read...
I understand.
When I read...
I can forget.
When I read...
It still hurts.
When I read...
It doesn't hurt as much.
When I read...
The wounds heal.
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