Ed was in a fix. Making ends meet was difficult enough. Still, he didn’t want to break his promise to his daughter, not on her fourth birthday. A sad smile appeared on his face as he thought of her. The medium-sized pink teddy caught his eyes as he stepped into the thrift store. It was pre-loved, he knew. An unbroken promise and a joyous birthday kid was worth his lighter pocket.❤❤
To bottle up a memory that never got stale and once uncorked, one gets to relive the memory all over. Well, thank you, Daphne du Maurier, for this thought. And that got me thinking. Which memory would I love to bottle? Undoubtedly, it’d be that one evening in my childhood where I stood mesmerised by the glowof fireflies across the field facing my ancestral home. To my innocent mind, tiny angels had come with their magic lights. Fireflies are not magic- I know now. Still, I’d love to uncork my bottle to relive the magic.❤❤❤
I never really understood the hype over The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. What can be so appealing about a protagonist who steals books? But, I had not read it then. I had not met Liesel then. Now, after having read and known(to the best of my abilities), I stand corrected.