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I remember when I was gifted to him. His mother gave me to him. From there he politely thanked her and proceeded to put me on a shelf in his room. At first, he tried to read me. Kind of skipping around scanning over my pages. There's nothing wrong with skipping around, but I could tell he wasn't too interested. Still, I enjoy being read. Maybe he'll start to enjoy it more as he goes.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5v4F5sCc24
I've watched him for a long time now by myself. At first, everything seemed fine. I couldn't tell anything was wrong. He smiled often dressed well and even left the house to socialize. His children would run around and have fun as he laughed. His wife loved baking. I think my pages are scented with vanilla from it permeating the air. I miss spending time with him. Lately even skimming my pages is too much for his busy schedule.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSWeKxI8F5o
Over time though I noticed his smile wasn't as bright as it use to be. it didn't reach his eyes. I'm not sure why. He soldiered on though. I don't think he ever told anyone what he was going through. I wish he would read me. I know I've got something on my pages that might help him. Every now and then he reaches for a book from my shelf I sit on. I get my hopes up thinking he'll grab me, but he hasn't yet.
He came home without her today. He was very quiet. The children went with grandma for the weekend. He just sat in the corner of the room. Not on the bed, not in the chair, but on the floor in the corner staring off into space. I wish he would pick me up. I'd like to encourage him in some way. Not every thing has an answer but there are words of comfort I could offer.
He roamed the house today just pacing. Once he called her. I think she's sick. He left to go see her. Ohh I had hoped he'd take me with her. I would have enjoyed seeing her again. Lately, the vanilla scent has started to fade from my pages.
He came home. Something is very wrong. The children weren't with him. He slammed the door as he came in. For a minute all he did was scream unintelligible words at the walls. I was afraid he'd break something throwing pillows around. After a while, he calmed down. Now he was sitting in that same corner as before. I wish I could cry with him. Oh, there has to be some way I could comfort him!
Suddenly he gets up. He walks over to my shelf. Maybe this time he'll read me! No. surely not. He'll probably reach for another book on this shelf. I tell myself that not want to get my hopes up. He grabs my spine! This time he chooses to read me!
He takes me over to that corner he sits in. Slowly he sits down and crakes my spine. He's reading! I'm so happy! Oh? What's this falling on my pages? I'm getting wet? He's crying. tears fall as he reads. Silent sobs shake his body. It's the first time I've seen him cry. Pages turn, and more tears fall until eventually he's gotten what he needs. He falls asleep on the bed and I land near his pillow. Finally, I see him get what he needs for that sadness.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1qJPkIMsla
The next day he takes me with him. I leave the house and we see his wife in the hospital. She's wearing a weird cap on her head and her hair's gone. She's smiling though. She looks happy to see him. He spends time reading my pages to her. She cries with him as he shares what he read last night.
The days go by. More reading. The children listen with their mom too. I'm happy to say she's made it home. The days aren't easy but now he seems to have a support to fall on. He reads me daily and I'm just happy to share these moments with him. My words are from the creator and I'm glad I get to share them with someone so special. They may be old but they still ring true today.
Hello! I won't count this story in the rankings! I just wanted to write in this prompt. I was inspired by a sermon I heard when I was young with this same prompt. It made me want to write an official story. Thought this contest was a good place for it.
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