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Dear Journal
Dear Journal
Dear Journal
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Dear Journal

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"She tried to bring her back, god knows she did but I knew it was in vain. You see, I had done a bit of random reading and I knew that the only way to resuscitate someone was to jump-start their heart or something like that. Shock. Panic. Grief. Regret. Pain."
To move to the future, we have to look at, appreciate and mummify the memories of our past.
Princess is a young mum who has seen the worst of life's unfairness but who is ready to move on. However, to move on, she has to let go her past. Based on a true story, Dear Journal is her journey to her past and her ticket to letting go.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 6, 2013
ISBN9781301289141
Dear Journal
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Wairimu Rachel Ryndreah

Simple, agile and hyperactive. The world cannot contain me hence it preserves me in my own natural form. I taste better than strawberry because i eat books, sleep books and bath in books... I am in love with fun because i have too many lives to live which i can't if am serious and all grumpy! Welcome to my non-concrete world...and have fun while at it.

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    Dear Journal - Wairimu Rachel Ryndreah

    Dear Journal by Wairimu Rachel Ryndreah

    ©2013 Smashwords Edition

    This story is fiction based on the life of my true and most trusted friend. I am glad she learnt to move on.

    Dear journal.

    I WANT TO MOVE ON, so you and I are taking a long stroll way back into my past.

    Today is the 26th of July- a month after she left: no a month after the commemoration of her departure. You see, it is exactly seven years and a month since she died. I won’t say it has been hard because I still live with her. We go shopping all the time, we cook her favorite meals and we celebrate her birthday every 25th of December. I take her to school at Vintage Academy and I cuddle her to sleep every night. She cries and breaks my heart; she laughs and makes me the happiest mom in the world. I am proud of my daughter. She is beautiful and tall like her mother but she has the tone and texture of her father.

    He too, like her left me. I was pregnant. Two months pregnant. I had no idea what being pregnant means beyond what teachers had taught me in class. I knew people vomit, but don’t they vomit due to malaria, diarrhea, and typhoid? I knew people get frequent

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