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(The novel Nysa’s Mirror concludes, and just who is Peter?…) “Stop fidgeting!” My dearest friend and adopted sister, Susana, is exasperated with me, and I can’t really blame her. I have an important date, one a long time coming, and she is helping me get ready. I am nervous, twitchy and excited all at once, and that combination of emotional maelstrom make for one fidgety Nysa,...
His relatives all agreed that he was still young and that he could start fresh somewhere where the rest of his family still lived. He was going to get all the love and support...
About three years of being not only ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ but also ‘best friends’, the relationship turned heart-breakingly sad for both of us. Dominic had just turned sixteen when his mom died after a long battle with cancer. Understandably, Dominic grieved. His family was very close-knit and loved each other deeply. I tried to help and to comfort him as best as I could, but sometimes I felt overwhelmingly inadequate. What would you say to someone who...
Is Nysa in love? In crush at least? ….why the third-person reference? These thoughts were running through my head. To think that just a few days ago I didn’t even have the worries of thinking...
Oh Dominic! Of course, I wouldn’t know how he was when he was around other people and I wasn’t around to see him interact with them. But all the signs were positive so far. Besides, relationship is all about risks and hopes, right, and getting to know the other person first, or so I thought....
Falling In Love That naturally led to an all-out tug of war between us, until my mama demanded we stopped. Eventually, after much staring and glaring and assuring the parents that we – by which everybody meant mostly me – was fine and that there was no crisis or panicking...
Here is a blast from the past, such as it was. When I was thirteen, I met a boy. Yes, I know, I make it sound as if I’ve never met a boy before. But truth is, I met a boy I...
I can never tell anyone else everything that Mrs. Potts tells me, even though she doesn’t say anything either way whether I can or can’t. Just because she talks freely with me doesn’t mean...
Oh, Mrs Potts! I plan on leaving straight away, but the sight of her sitting there all alone and silent make me pause. I suppose I could stay a bit. It is rude to just leave,...
And it appears that she is also deaf, or at least partially deaf. I have a grandmother, you see, and she is very, very old, God bless her soul. She is also partially deaf and blind,...
