The Drive home was pretty okay, Yeah, I did not want a repeat of the morning accident. So I just thought to myself ,that I had rather stay focused, for my good and that of every other motorist here.
In less than 30 minutes, I was home, as opposed to the time I had spent in getting to the mall, in the morning.
After getting myself, safely home, I was faced with the task of carrying the groceries inside.
Yeah, I was actually lazy, I didn't want to just pop the trunk and get the bags one by one, I wanted to carry it all at once.
"Thank God", I breathed out, after being able to get all the groceries bags in my hands.
"Sweet Jesus, Chery don't get between my legs", I had said to my pet. Who was overly excited to See Me.
Still not backing down Cherry continued following me. Once I managed to successfully lock the door with my leg. Seeing as my hands were somehow busy.
I sprinted as fast as I can to the kitchen, Cherry still not backing down and dumped the grocery bags on the counter.
"Oh dear" I huffed out. Making a mental note, not to do that again.
Making my way to the living room, I quickly slumped into the couch and sighed when it gave me the comfort I did.
I sat there for almost two minutes, trying to relax my muscles. I decided to get myself a cup of juice, seeing as I didn't get any ice-cream.
Taking off my shoes, I walked to the kitchen, not seeing Cherry anyway . Wondering were he was. Pulling the fridge open, my eyes glanced over the fridge compartment.
"Gotcha" I had said once I had seen the juice. Grabbing my glass, I poured a gracious amount for myself.
"Hmmm" I moaned once the cold juice had touched my tongue . Savoring the taste. Leaning a little bit on the counter, I had hit my hand against something.
Turning around, to see what was that. I laughed at my self, when I realized it was the bag of groceries I had put there. What was I expecting I chuckled to myself, a human head.
"Huhh" I groaned suddenly, once I realized I had to arrange the groceries. I dropped my finished juice cup in the kitchen and started arranging my groceries.
I was cut short of my arranging trance, by my phone blasting CNCO Reggenton lento. Humming a bit of the lines to myself, I went to see who was calling .
"Hi bestie" Caitlin voice immediately filled the room once I picked the call. I had to put her on speaker, so I could continue arranging the groceries .
"Hi dear" I said back
"Have missed you "Caitlin replied
"Yeah me too " I said
"So what did you do today " Caitlin asked
"Just went grocery shopping " I replied, while opening the cabinet to stuff some boxes of cereal in.
"and you couldn't call me" she said into the phone, pretending to sound hurt. I laughed to my self, taking Caitlin on grocery shopping is something I will never do.
Caitlin is so indecisive, wasting minutes in deciding whether she wants this or that. Spending hours walking from one aisle to another, only to come back to her first choice hours ago. I said hours because that's what it seemed like to me.
I and Caitlin shopping together, never going to happen again. Deciding to stop thinking and pondering on the pros and cons of going shopping with Caitlin, I decided to actually start writing broken heart. Even though I don't have an idea of who my characters are or the plot on which I want to write about. I decided to try and see what I can come up with.
Hopefully it will be a good story, I sighed to myself. All of a sudden I felt really sad, about my inability to write. Well I won't know if I don't try, the phrase entered my mind suddenly feeling me with the energy I need to write.
I decided to go to my room, to my drawer to pick my writing journal and my pen. Hurrying back to the sitting room to start writing, since I was driven by the force of energy. I settled my self on my desk, which Is sort of like a chair and a desk together, which I placed in a corner in my living room.
I opened the first page and wrote the chapter title, while I ransacked my brain for ideas for my new book, but I kept seeing the face of the stranger I had almost hit earlier. I thought maybe I was just projecting the events of today in my mind.
But as I keep trying to write, I kept seeing the strangers face. Which is actually pretty weird, remembering someone's face like this, not even someone I met under a favourable circumstance.
After about half an hour, of not writing anything but seeing this stranger face constantly, I decided to give the writing a break.
Getting up from my desk, I walked back into the living room from the corner I was, when my eyes fell on the letter I had received earlier and dropped on the table, with the hope of reading it.
Well there is no better time than now. I picked up the letter, with a hint of curiosity, wondering how my curiosity hasn't gotten me to read the letter since.
Tearing the seal from the envelope which contained the letter,I picked the letter and read the following words :
Dear Daisy
Healing him was the best book have ever read. The book has become like a family crest in my house, as everyone in my house has the book, even newborn zeb. Thanks for writing inspiring books. Waiting for your new book or books.
Your faithful reader
Xoxo .
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After reading the letter I become a little teary. The letter filled me with joy and reminded me why I started writing and why I needed to continue. Because I have a lot of people to inspire.
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Author's note
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To clear the air, Daisy is the name Tori use as her cover has
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