I'll Never Let Go
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my eyes weary from the much reading I had gone through. But just in time
aning of this one word "fun" but my approach was nowhere near becoming. My solace, I discovered, wasn't in the life of luxu
. The "other world", I called it, wherein I could imagine myself as the protagonist and liv
of maids. She was more closer to me than even my own parents, and had this English accent I loved, but a strictness I abhorre
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of her maids. "Get her optician! Her eyes must be affected from her co
my other friends. But I was definitely sure it was because of the fact that she had grown fond of me, and I, her, as my parent
ace for any other kind of swell or acne or whatever as she always did every morni
id. "Your mother would kill me if sh
her without you," I countered, lacing my voice with a hint of displeasure as I pulled he
finding its way to my face once again.
ing down onto my bed and freeing my
rds. It felt awkward. Awkward in a sense that I was about conversing abo
not talk about mom," I said. "
eager one, and as she sat down beside
lessons by 7a.m, J
ell my parents that." I bluntly t
she inq
of my bed that had been yearning for my presence the entire night. "I'm gonna slee
rter of my day to. Apart from helping me be able to communicate with my parent's foreign contractors, and understanding some language novels, it was useless. Right then and there, with an ex
e open window, and to the symphonic chirpings of birds living in the tree beside the window that graced the ethereal silenc
.M, it
summer dresses already prepared as it laid on my Vanity's chair. There was a note on the dress, an
But don't go off running to the other side of the world that it would
st the tall, magnificent yet boring mansion I've spent most of
up in its peaceful horizon, as I made my way into the worl