She made me a better human being

Her love was surreal and intense that I committed to her since I was 13; Although we had our extended periods of ignorance, arrogance, and sheer distance, we would always come back stronger.

My love for the written word is eternal and has progressed me in an unthinkable ways. My heart pumped every time I laid down my eyes on pocket novels demystifying the impurity of spies and my mind sprinted ahead of me trying to speculate Agatha’s Christie plot. Delivering happiness book delivered happiness in style and the list can go forever but I am too old to recall, too young to even bother!

I am glad that dad passed me the reading bug and I am super grateful that mom motivated me to nourish that bug because reading allowed me to:

    1.know that I am not alone. 

    2.Live 1009s lives. 

    3.Think clearly. 

    4.Be more empathetic as you put yourself into someone else’s shoes every time you read. 

    5.Learn while I have fun at least most of the time.

Reading made me a better human being and certainly a more interesting one.