As much as we love to try new things, break grounds, even take risks; its fine but when it comes to making mistakes, you don't want to make all because you are not going to live long if you make one mistake too many.
Crying is not a weakness.
This is Denny's story..
"Mummy I promise to visit next weekend, trust me". she toggled a picture on facebook. Speaking with her mom came handy and she was never ready to.
She was the favourite of everyone who came her way, not because of her beauty or charisma, but the fact that she was never going to treat anyone less than they posed to be. She of course the only child of her parents and that made it An-Everest mountain-kind-of-love. She couldn't deal with it at a point.
One of the days, she was visiting her parents in order to debate the next line of action. Her dad was out of the country so she decided to wait till he came. Her dad could be defined as a man who wanted all things bright and shinning, moving and flourishing, but these and more never metamorphosed into pride for Denny. i don't really know where she picked her selflessness from but whatever it was, it worked for her and that made her the cynosure of every eye.
The visit birth the job her father was working on. Though she knew she was employable but there are some decisions she would love to make on her own.
What do you expect of a lady who saw everyone as good because she had a good heart. At a point she had to read phenomenon stories in order for her to have another perspective of life. For people who are in this category, wait and read, you don't want to know how well life can take a turn.
Maybe a little slide into her love life would help you understand her better. She was never the kind of lady, who wanted sex in relationship and that made her stare clear of it. She was gossiped to be proud but never would she unplug her ears to listen to the shenanigans and razzmatazz coming from the cerebral-deficient male counterparts.
She had friends but was not so keen in bringing them close to her as she wouldn't want anyone to take advantage of her. The night mare started when she resumed her first job... then the melodrama begins
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