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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 15)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 15)

THE STORY REVEALED “Oh, errr, good afternoon, Mrs. Potts. Umm,  how  are you today?” I stammer. Good heavens, it pains me just to watch her try to climb up the steps to her floor. Her progress, if you can call it that, is encumbered by the big grocery bag she is holding close to her side with her right arm, her ever-present huge handbag slung over her shoulder, while her left hand is gripping the rail tightly, pulling herself up each step slowly and laboriously. It is slow…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 14)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 14)

Who is Mrs. Potts? Good question. Who is she indeed. Mrs. Potts is very old. I do not know her real age, but to my knowledge, she is the oldest tenant in my apartment building. Perhaps through no fault of hers, no one really know much about her, except that she lives alone, has for years now, way before I rented my own apartment at the building. I have only stayed at my own apartment for a little over two years. About the only thing I know about Mrs….

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 13)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 13)

Trey and Christina -or Chris as she prefers to be called – are the two singles who live on the Tang’s floor. Chris is a dancer and dance choreographer, and it shows too in her lean but strong body. She moves with an effortless grace and limberness I envy, like a slender reed swaying in the wind at times. Trey is the ambitious photographer, taking his correspondent course in Art and Photography. It is early days, but there is already a bit of a drama…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 12)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 12)

THE HIDDEN STORIES   I remember, a few month after I first came to stay at my current apartment, that I was quite curious in knowing about everyone who live in my building. Some might call me nosy but I prefer the word ‘interested in’ which sounds less intrusive and more-so inclusive. Why no…. I am not nosy, perish the thought. No, seriously. Anyway, as an aspiring writer, I have imagined mysteries, intrigues and dramas involving the people who share my building…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 11)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 11)

“Exclusion, girls, and also ‘exclusive’. It can mean ‘to reject’. In this situation, it means that if next time someone here won’t play with you because they are being unfriendly or won’t let anyone in their group or say mean things as reasons not to play with others, then I want to know. Because I won’t have my children being mean and hateful, not here. Do you girls understand me?” I ask them firmly but gently. “Yes, miss.” Two little heads nod in…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 10)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 10)

“Miss Nysa?” A small, shy voice by my elbow breaks my concentration. Cindy and her  best friend, Bianca, both look up at me. Cindy’s long straight hair is pulled away from her face and tied with ribbons in a ponytail, while Bianca’s hair is short enough to let loose in soft tumbles which frames her elfin face. They both have hopeful looks on their faces. “Yes, what is it?” I smile at them.. “Can me and Bibi play saloon?” Cindy asks. “It’s ‘May Bianca…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 9)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 9)

Bin is sniffling more in frustration than pain, whereas Kenneth is sitting in front of Bin sulking. His small arms are crossed defiantly over his chest. There is a forgotten fire-truck between them. Yep, little boys and their toys. Clearly, no one won this battle, I think. I surmise that Kenneth and Bin are not feeling so charitable towards one another just then, thus the small skirmish over who gets to play with the fire-truck. The other children around them…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 8)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 8)

OH THE CHILDREN! Another rejection letter. I sigh dejectedly as I put down the letter from a book publisher I contacted a few weeks ago for a possible publishing deal, one in which I held the hope of seeing my book accepted and published through them. But alas…. “Dear Miss So and so, with reference to the above matter, we regret to inform you that your application to publish with us has been rejected… blah-blah-blah….” Not enough research? Not enough interesting material?…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 7)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 7)

“Once upon a time, there was a princess and she had a pretty little kitty…”. And so I tell my little story to a precious little girl who is on her way to falling asleep, her eyes looking at me trustingly. At some point during my story-telling, a little thumb finds its way back into a little mouth, and little eyes are drooping with sleep. Before I even reach the “…and they all lived happily ever after” part, her eyes has already closed in deep sleep….

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 6)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 6)

“I don’t know what to think, Nys, I’m so afraid. I always thought something like this would happen, that one day Brennan’s work habit will catch up with him and his body will pay the sacrifice. Now, it’s happened!” She sobs. It occurs to me that Susana needs assurance and for someone to tell her it will be alright, that Brennan will be just fine. But God help me, I just can’t say that to her. I can say that I myself is in…

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