I was a book freak, by the time I was 16 I had almost ripped into half of the library. I read everything I laid my hands on.
My parents told me I was adopted, I didn’t know what the word meant till I stumbled on it in a book I was reading.
“So I was bought with money? ” I exhaled deeply and continued with the book.
I have a brother but I think we were bought differently because he always bullies me when he was meant to care for me as my older brother. My parents or should I say my owners don’t care.
And guess what? I was not worried about it. I don’t know why but I feel okay.
One day my dad grew mad at me for filling the closet with my numerous borrowed books. He threatened to burn them all, from the look of things my dad never wanted anything that could lead to my happiness. I had one day eavesdropped on his discussion with my mom, he was protesting about how mom forced him into signing the adoption papers.
I heaved a great sigh. Ouch.
Miss Lucy, the librarian was just too nice to be a mother, well she doesn’t have a kid yet, but she takes care of me a lot. I barely notice her awe of my love for books, that’s too weird for me, seeing her always surprised.
I’m on a new shelf of books, to begin with, the shelf of mystery books which I believed were all fiction but… After an encounter, I realized they were real.
The entire books on the shelve were big, dusty, and weird looking which I believe the librarians might not have come across that shelve before because it was in a very remote area inside the library.
So I began with the first book in the first roll. Each day for one book…
To Be Continued…