The book: ' A heart of gold'

The next day, I woke up freshed and early. It's rare to sleep peacefully without nightmares these days.

I went to the playground, sitting on the swinging bench covered with colourful flowers, " Beep, beep." I looked up and noticed a black Porsche drove in the gate entrance. I wonder who was it. That Porsche looked familiar. The driver came out. A rich lady wearing a fashioned outfit was greeted by Muomo, "Oh, Lacy! How are you? I haven't seen you in these few days."

"Oh dear, I'm fine- Oh! Finchen! There you are!" She waved at me from a distance. She's Lacy SongTing. My counsellor. Fourty-two years old.

I faked a bitter smile at her, " Oh dear, I didn't see him lately. How is he? Is he still thinking about it?"

" Well, you know. No matter how hard I tried to pursue him to be positive. He still couldn't be happy and finds his time in his dorm most of the time." Muomo sighed, " If this keeps going on, I'm afraid this might lead to Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). I hope he won't stress himself too much. It's rare to see a child like him."

" I hope so. I've tried my best."

"Finchen dear, come and see something! I've bought you a gift for your birthday yesterday. Sorry I couldn't give it to you early. I was busy." Lacy exclaimed.

I walked towards her. Amazed a little as I unwrapped the box with blue dots decorated on it. I wondered what's inside. My eyes couldn't believe what I saw, it was a book I've been wanting for for so long. Well, what's interesting that it amazed me was that my mother's favourite book. Muomo told me about it. I was already interested on buying it when I once coincidentally saw it at a bookstore.

This time, I truly smiled a perfect smile of gratitude, " Thank you so much auntie Lacy! I appreciate it so much."

I made my way to my dorm as I waved goodbye to her. I opened the book and spent my time reading it.

This was the cover of the book:

The title of the story was: ' A heart of gold'. It was sad, I read about a girl's life being abused by her parents due to stressness. And she had an anxiety that couldn't easily treated. When she went to her high school, she had made a friend. The friend was indeed kind and thoughtful. They started to hang out with each other every day. Whenever she was abused, she would call him and comforted by her.

Until that day, four years they have spent together, she had finally felt warmth. But a different warmth. A warmth of love, care. I was touched as I read almost the ending of the book. No wonder my mother used to love this book.

I read until they finally decided to get married a few more years later. It was a touching story which hurts my heart a lot, " Why can't I have my own happy ending?" Maybe this is really fate.

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