⬆Svana and my newest favorite song
Prologue
Visiting uncle Sam had never been a misfortune or an unnecessary hassel to Svana. Unlike her mother believed. She loved his care free spirit and his passion for life and anything food or book related. In fact she was often inspired by him.
He taught her how to look at the world, not just in black and white but in large bold colors like a bad 80s movie.
She idolized him. But when the day came to put him in the ground she could not bare to attend the funeral.
Every day she regretted this. Her family had judged her for her lack of empathy. They did not understand the grief that griped her heart when she heard of his death. They did not understand her silent protests to them actually attending the funeral and prending to grieve for their beloved family member.
She felt selfish, none of the people who claimed to care for him ever visited him in his last few years of life.
So when it came down to his will she was not surprised to find he had left everything to her, much to her mothers dismay. Her mother was a selfish women who manipulated people to get what she wanted.
Svana always remembered the days when she was a child and her mother would insist that she call her by her given name, Miranda, and not mom.
She could not understand her mothers eire towards the title mother.
She had never seen all the other children calling their calling their mothers by their given names, so confused, she called her mother 'mom' one day and Miranda hit her so hard she could not go to school for the next week because her eye had swollen shut. When the teachers asked Miranda what happened she said that I fell off my bike and hit a rock.
The teachers belived her.
Safe to say we never had a good relationship. If it wasn't for Sam I would have probably would have turned into her.
That's why she so grateful for the life he had given her. And all the opportunity's he had given her to grow as a woman and a writer .
Sam was the reason she became a successful romance writer.
Svana loves romance.
The idea of eternal and unrealistic love with the perfect man had always been her dream.
And tomorrow she's going to move into Sammies estate, as he stated in his will.
Life was waiting behind the door all Svana had to do was knock.
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Prolouge done.
It's a bit short but hey it's a prolouge. Here's a smile
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