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I glanced down at the battered book for about the thousandth time since he left. Another small tear escaped from my eye as I remembered the story.
Flashback
"Bellsy-boo! Where are you doll?" I heard my mother's sweet voice ring out from behind my confine of yellowed lace curtains. I giggled, knowing she would find me soon, but not minding. Her pretty face quickly peeked out from the other side of the lace. I laughed relentlessly as she swung me over her shoulder. My little 3-year-old fingers wrapped around her hair, telling her not to ever stop. She flopped me onto my new big-girl bed and I huffed, sad that she quit the spinning. I looked up at her face and smiled, she just made everything better. I reached out and touched her smooth cheek, I think that my mommy is the prettiest lady that I've ever seen.
"I brought you something," she said in a voice that meant that she had a fun secret.
"What Mommy? What is it?" I demanded, reaching for whatever was behind her back.
"A book, honey bunny!" She said happily, holding out an old book with something funny written on the front. I gasped, looking at how shiny the cover was.
"What's inside, Mommy?" I asked in awe as I stroked the top very gently.
"A story about something that everybody deserves," She started. I gasped,
"Does even Oscar the Grouch deserve it, Mommy? I asked amazedly.
"Oh yes, munchkin! Even Oscar the Grouch deserves… Love" She said with a silly look on her face. I giggled excitedly, if Oscar the Grouch deserves it, then I should deserve it too! Because, I mean c'mon, he lives in the trash!
"This is called Wuthering Heights," She said as she climbed into my little bed with me.
"I have just returned from a visit to my landlord- the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with…."
End Flashback
I touched the shiny cover, like I had so many years ago, and wished for my parents back. I wanted to read the story again, and convince myself that everyone deserves love for a while, but I just couldn't. Nobody had taught me to read since I left my mom when I was three. I whimpered, wishing that I could lose myself in someone else's world and just leave mine for a second, like I did when I was little. I crawled up onto the bed again, but this time under the covers. I hugged my book and pretended that my mom was just getting me some milk. Then, I just wondered, all night long. I wondered why Edward would bring me the book in the first place, how he could know how much I loved this one in particular. I wondered why he didn't just get it over with, and I wondered why he sat so far away. Why not just get in my personal space, like everyone else did. Why give me time? Why force me to wait? I guess everyone, even Oscar the Grouch, deserved things like love and space, everyone except me. I decided that night, that the second best thing after reading, might have to be daydreaming.
Huh.. so she can't read!
My question is….
What is your favorite book? Also did you like it?
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