Chapter 37- Memories

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hello my lovelies,

I hope you had a great day today and if not, I promise you there will be better times.

Have fun reading and always remember that you are amazing and enough.

I love you, bye.


Merry Christmas!




Amara Thorne


10 years ago


"What time is it?" I ask the huge teddy bear-man, with excitement in my voice.

He soon will be there.

He soon will be there.

I can't wait. I am sure he will look super douper handsome.

He always does. He is so pretty.

Just when I think about him, my heart nearly burst.

I can't wipe off the smile on my face.

"It's half past 11, miss." The huge, mean-looking man answers.

I don't like him.

He never smiles. Why doesn't he smile? Is there nothing that makes him happy?

It's mean to hate him, he probably is just sad. Poor man. I should tell him about the fairy tales that James always reads to me. I am sure that will make him happy. Yes, I will do that.

But now I don't have time. I have to wait for the bestest friend in this whole entire world.

I hope he is wearing his green shirt. I love this shirt. I don't have a favorite color because I always change my mind, but I really really love this one. It reminds me of trees and plants and my favorite kind of snake. I should have told him that I like it so he will wear it today, but I was too shy.

Oh, no. I am rambling again. Stop rambling, Amara or mommy will be mad. But she can't hear me right? And it's only in my head so it doesn't really count. My head is mine. Nobody can take this away. The only one that I ever told about what is going on inside my head is my bestest friend but even him, I don't tell so much anymore. I don't want him to know what I think about him. It's embarrassing.

"Amara." I hear a little-boys voice saying and I look up from my hands.

I would recognize this cute Italian accent from everywhere.

Yeah.

I jump up when I see it's him. And he is wearing a green shirt.

I start to squeal when I haul myself at him, squeezing his body. I stare up at him as he hugs me back.

"No, no, no. You are now even bigger than last time. Soon, I can't even reach up to you. Stop growing." I say, frowning at him.

A huge beautiful grin starts to spread over his cute face. He looks down at me and runs his hand over my hair.

"Oh, so you don't like me growing. That's your problem. I like it because I get stronger too and so I can pick you up way easier." He says, his grin getting bigger.

Before I can glare at him and answer he lifts me and I immediately start to kick him.

"Let go of me. Let go of me." I start letting out high-pitched screams while I try to free myself.

"No." He says as he starts to walk.

I kick him and continue to try to get him to let me free when he opens a door, and we walk in.

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