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Chapter 1: Ordinary DaysChapter 2: The Spark of ChangeChapter 3: A Strange EnvelopeChapter 4: Questions and SecretsChapter 5: The Hidden TruthsChapter 6: A Breakthrough & A SetbackChapter 7: The Journey BeginsChapter 8: Discovering the PastChapter 9: The Key to the FutureChapter 10: NEAR TO THE FINAL PATH Chapter 11: New HorizonsChapter 12: Shadows of the PastChapter 13: Crossroads of ChoiceChapter 14: The Turning PointChapter 15: The Final Page
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I know the world's been tough,
It feels like I'm not enough,
People talk, they don't know my heart,
But I'm still here, I'm still playing my part.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every word I say, every step I take,
I'm learning, I'm growing, no matter the weight,
I'll find my voice, I'll stand up tall,
I'll rise above it all.
(Chorus)
I'll keep going, keep moving on,
I know I'm strong, I'll prove them wrong,
I'm not broken, I'm not afraid,
I'll shine through every word I've made.
I'll keep going, I'll find my way,
And one day, I'll say, "I'm okay."
(Verse 2)
They don't see the battles inside,
But I'm not running, I'll take it in stride,
With every stumble, I'll get back up,
I've got this fire, I've got enough.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every word I say, every step I take,
I'm learning, I'm growing, no matter the weight,
I'll find my voice, I'll stand up tall,
I'll rise above it all.
(Chorus)
I'll keep going, keep moving on,
I know I'm strong, I'll prove them wrong,
I'm not broken, I'm not afraid,
I'll shine through every word I've made.
I'll keep going, I'll find my way,
And one day, I'll say, "I'm okay."
(Bridge)
So when the world feels heavy,
And my words don't come out right,
I'll keep pushing through the night,
Cause I know I'm worth the fight.
(Chorus)
I'll keep going, keep moving on,
I know I'm strong, I'll prove them wrong,
I'm not broken, I'm not afraid,
I'll shine through every word I've made.
I'll keep going, I'll find my way,
And one day, I'll say, "I'm okay."
(Outro)
Yeah, I'll keep going, I'll be just fine,
I'll find my voice, in my own time.
MEANING OF LIFE
This book is not about mysteries or magical events. It's simply an ordinary story about an ordinary girl named Mia—written by an ordinary girl as well. Before anything begins, let's talk about the background, because it might make the journey easier to follow.
Many people like to say that life is a straight line, but in reality, it is a path full of ups and downs. Sometimes it rises so high that you feel close to the heavens, and sometimes it sinks so low that it brings you near the grave—both, in their own way, leading back to the same place.
Everyone is born in one simple way, including you and me. But there are millions of different ways to die. No one in this world is perfect. If you think you're better than everyone, or if you believe you're worth nothing at all—both are wrong. The truth is that we are all learning. Anyone can learn.
If you feel unlucky because everything goes wrong for you, remember: it's not fate or luck—it's mistakes, and mistakes are meant to teach you. If you never learn from them, how can you ever improve?
Everyone has their own book of life. Two pages are already written by God: the first page is your birth, and the last is your death. Everything in between is blank, waiting for you to fill in. The question is: How will you write those pages?
CHAPTER NO 1
Chapter 1: Ordinary Days
Mia woke up to the sound of rain.
The rhythmic drumming against her window was so familiar that, for a moment, she thought she might still be dreaming. She rolled over slowly, her limbs heavy and stiff. The dim grey light from outside filtered through the blinds, casting a muted glow over the room. She blinked, half expecting to see something different. Her life didn't change much these days, and sometimes she wondered if she'd ever wake up to a world that didn't feel like it was stuck in the same loop, day after day.
The clock on her nightstand read 9:45 AM. The same time it always was when she woke up alone. Her phone lay beside her, face up, its screen bright with notifications — most of which she already knew about. She didn't need to check it. She didn't need to read the email from school reminding her about upcoming exams or the sale from her favourite online store. And she especially didn't need to see the latest update from Sophie — her best friend, who had all but drifted out of her life since her dad left.
She could feel the weight of the day pressing on her shoulders already. Another birthday alone. Another year passed, and still nothing had changed.
Mia rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, listening to the rain. It was as if the weather could match her mood, reflecting the endless feeling of stagnation. The constant wash of gray skies outside only added to her sense of hopelessness. She was seventeen, yet felt as if she were stuck in time, unable to break free from the emotional rut her life had fallen into.
The thought crossed her mind again: What's the point?
Her eyes lingered on the cracked edge of the ceiling. There used to be a time, years ago, when she would've leaped out of bed on her birthday, excited about the possibility of surprises, of cards, of maybe even cake. But that was before her father left — before everything changed. Now, the only thing she felt on her birthday was this dull, hollow ache in her chest.
She grabbed her phone and unlocked it. The notification from Sophie blinked up at her. Mia stared at it for a moment. Her fingers hovered over the screen, unsure of what to type. The message was kind, the same thing Sophie always said whenever she reached out: "Happy birthday, Mia! Hope you're doing okay. Let's hang out soon, yeah?"
Mia let out a breath. The words felt like they came from a distant place — a place that wasn't her anymore. Sophie had tried to stay close, to offer some kind of support, but Mia knew that their friendship wasn't the same as it used to be. It couldn't be. The space between them had grown too wide. And the silence that had settled between them felt like an ocean.
Mia quickly typed out a response.
"Thanks, Sophie. Maybe we can catch up soon."
She read it over. It sounded hollow. Forced. Like the politeness of a stranger rather than a best friend.
Mia tossed her phone back onto the bed. It buzzed once more with another notification, but she ignored it. The emptiness of the moment washed over her. No one was going to show up today. No balloons. No celebrations. Just the quiet of her room, the silence of a birthday that no one remembered.
She swung her legs off the bed, her feet landing softly on the cold hardwood floor. The chill of the morning seeped through her thin pajama pants as she padded over to the window. Her fingers brushed the blinds aside, and she peered outside at the dreary rain, watching as it soaked the streets and ran down the windowsill in small rivulets.
It felt like the world was holding its breath.
The rain had been steady all morning. The kind of rain that made everything feel like it was shrouded in mist. No birds sang. No cars honked. Just the steady hum of the storm, washing over everything like a blanket. It was easy to forget, in moments like this, that anything could ever change. Everything just felt... still.
But there had been a time, Mia thought, when the world didn't feel this heavy.
Downstairs, the kitchen was quiet, save for the soft murmur of the television playing in the other room. Her mom sat at the table, a half-empty coffee cup in front of her, the remnants of breakfast scattered on the counter. The bills — those never-ending, suffocating bills — lay in piles before her, like some sort of unspoken burden. Her mom didn't look up when Mia entered, as if she hadn't even noticed her coming down. She was absorbed in the paperwork, her face pale, her eyes tired.
"Morning," Mia said softly, her voice almost swallowed by the silence. It felt strange to speak, strange to break the quiet, but she said it anyway. It was automatic. Another line in the script of their daily lives.
Her mom didn't respond at first. She was too busy, too deep in the numbers. There had been days when she looked like she could hardly carry the weight of the world anymore. She used to be so full of life, so engaged, so full of smiles and energy. But now... now her mom felt like a shadow, a woman drained by grief and fatigue.
"Breakfast is ready," her mom said after a long pause, her voice thin, like the sound of dry leaves scraping across the sidewalk. Her eyes didn't leave the paperwork.
Mia nodded and sat at the table. The pancakes were already waiting for her — thick and fluffy, but they didn't taste the same as they used to. The syrup was too sweet, too heavy, clinging to the pancakes like a reminder of something she could never get back. Mia pushed them around her plate with her fork, unable to bring herself to take a full bite.
She glanced over at her mom. She was still staring at the bills, but Mia could see the deep lines on her mom's face, the way her eyes lacked their usual spark. She was exhausted, weighed down by things Mia didn't fully understand, but still felt the gravity of. Mia tried to remember the last time her mom had smiled. It felt like years ago, back when things were simpler. Back when their family wasn't broken.
"Do you need help with the bills, Mom?" Mia asked after a while, her voice careful, tentative.
Her mom barely glanced up. "No, honey. You've got enough to worry about."
Mia bit her lip, feeling the weight of her mom's words. She didn't argue. She never did. She wasn't sure how to. There were too many things left unsaid between them. She wasn't sure when their lives had become so... empty. So separate.
The space between them had stretched thin, like an invisible cord that once bound them together but now felt frayed, unraveling at the edges. Mia's father had been the glue that held everything in place. Or maybe he was just the distraction. Now, without him, Mia wasn't sure what was left.
Her mom wasn't going to ask for help. Mia knew that. She wasn't going to break down and admit that everything was falling apart. Not yet.
Mia pushed the pancakes around again. She wasn't hungry. She never really was.
After a few minutes, Mia stood up. The silence between them stretched on, thick and uncomfortable. She grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair, pulled it on, and slipped out the door without another word. The rain hit her face as soon as she stepped outside, the cold droplets stinging her skin, making her flinch.
It felt like she was walking through a world that had nothing to offer. The street was quiet, the houses tucked behind high fences and gates. No one was out today. No one except for Mia, walking through the rain, a solitary figure in a city that barely seemed to notice she existed.
She didn't have anywhere to go. But she couldn't stay in that house any longer. Not today. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, pressing against her chest. Her mom had her own grief to deal with, and Mia... well, she didn't know how to handle her own.
She walked for what felt like hours, her shoes soaked through, her hoodie clinging to her body. The rain never let up. The world was gray and distant, the trees bending in the wind, their leaves flickering like shadows.
It wasn't until she reached the park, just around the corner from her street, that she heard it.
A faint whimper. A soft, pitiful sound that barely cut through the noise of the rain.
Mia froze. Her heart skipped. She stood still, straining to hear it again.
There it was. The sound of something small and helpless.
She turned, her eyes scanning the bushes near the path. At first, she saw nothing. But then, there it was — a tiny shape tangled in some old wire fencing. A small puppy, wet and shivering in the rain. Its fur was matted, its eyes wide with fear as it tugged hopelessly at the fence, unable to free itself.
Mia's heart lurched.
Without thinking , Mia rushed forward, her feet splashing in the puddles as she closed the distance between herself and the small creature. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the urgency in her steps. She had no idea what she was doing, but something inside her pushed her forward. Something that told her this moment — this tiny, desperate life — needed her.
She crouched down beside the puppy, her hands trembling as she gently pulled at the tangled wire that had ensnared the dog. The little thing whimpered again, its voice soft, filled with fear and confusion. Its fur was soaked, clinging to its fragile frame. Its eyes locked onto hers, wide and terrified, and for a split second, Mia saw herself reflected in the puppy's gaze. Vulnerable. Alone. Struggling. But also, alive. And that connection — that brief, unspoken bond — made Mia's chest tighten in a way she hadn't expected.
The wire was stubborn, twisted around the puppy's small body in painful knots. Mia's fingers fumbled, her hands shaking as she worked to untangle it. She could feel the weight of the rain, cold and unrelenting, soaking through her hoodie and running down her back. But the discomfort didn't matter. Nothing mattered but this little creature that had been abandoned in the storm, struggling to get free.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she loosened the last knot. The puppy was free. Its small body quivered, and it took a few unsteady steps, trying to shake off the cold water that dripped from its fur. Mia carefully scooped it into her arms, holding it close to her chest. The tiny dog's body was warm against her skin, a stark contrast to the chill of the rain.
The puppy let out a small, relieved whine, and Mia could feel it settle into her arms, the tension in its little frame easing. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The rain continued to pour down around them, but Mia didn't mind the cold anymore. The puppy was safe now. She had saved it. And for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt something stir inside her — something other than the numbness that had settled over her in the past few years.
The puppy licked her face, its tiny tongue brushing her cheek, and Mia laughed softly, a real laugh — the kind she hadn't heard from herself in ages. The sound felt strange in her ears, like it didn't quite belong, but at the same time, it felt like a spark of something long forgotten. Hope. Or maybe it was just relief. Either way, it was enough to make her feel something again.
As the puppy wriggled in her arms, Mia glanced around, realizing she had no idea what to do next. The rain was still falling in heavy sheets, and she didn't want to leave the puppy out here any longer. She pulled her hood tighter around her head, her mind racing as she looked down at the small, trembling creature in her arms. It needed warmth, food, shelter — things that Mia couldn't provide on her own.
The collar around the puppy's neck caught her eye. It was a thin leather strap, dark and worn, and attached to it was a small metal tag. Mia leaned in closer, squinting at the inscription. A name. A phone number.
Her breath caught in her throat.
This puppy belonged to someone.
For a moment, she debated. She could just keep it. The thought flitted through her mind like a fleeting whisper. The puppy was so small, so helpless. It needed her. She could be its protector, its savior. Maybe, in some strange way, she needed it too.
But then, the reality of the situation hit her. She couldn't keep the puppy. She didn't have the means to care for it. She didn't have the resources, the space, or the emotional energy. And the dog... the dog needed to be with its owner, not some stranger who had found it by accident in the rain.
So, Mia pulled out her phone and dialed the number on the tag. Her fingers were still trembling from the adrenaline of the rescue, and for a moment, she hesitated. What if the owner was angry that she had taken the dog? What if they didn't even want it back? What if the dog had run away on purpose, escaping a home that wasn't safe?
The phone rang twice before a breathless voice picked up.
"Hello?" the woman on the other end said, her voice filled with relief and a hint of panic.
Mia cleared her throat, trying to steady herself. "Hi. I found your dog," she said. "He's stuck in some wire near the park. He's okay now. But he's soaking wet."
The woman's voice cracked with emotion. "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much for finding him. I've been looking everywhere for him."
Mia could hear the relief in the woman's voice, and it was enough to make her heart swell. She hadn't been expecting the gratitude — hadn't even known what to expect when she dialed the number. But hearing how much the puppy meant to its owner made Mia's chest tighten, a small, bittersweet ache blooming inside her.
"Where are you?" the woman asked, sounding breathless. "I'll come pick him up right now."
Mia gave her the location, watching as the puppy's little face peered out from under the hood of her jacket, its eyes wide and trusting. She stroked its fur gently, wondering for a moment if she should just hold onto it — keep it with her. But that wouldn't be fair to the puppy. It had a home. It had people who loved it.
The puppy licked her cheek again, and Mia smiled, a bittersweet feeling tugging at her heart. The small act of rescuing this creature, of saving its life for just a moment, had opened something inside her. Maybe she hadn't felt anything for so long because she'd been afraid to. Maybe, just maybe, this little puppy was the reminder she needed: that there were still small, good things in the world. Even if it didn't always seem that way.
A few minutes later, a car pulled up along the side of the road. A woman got out, looking frantic but grateful. Her hair was wet, her clothes soaked through, but there was a look of deep relief in her eyes as she rushed toward Mia and the puppy.
"Thank you," the woman said, her voice trembling. "You have no idea how much this means. I was so worried."
Mia carefully handed the puppy over, feeling a small pang in her chest as it was gently taken from her arms. The woman cradled it close, pressing it against her chest, whispering soft words of comfort as she rubbed its wet fur.
Mia stepped back, her gaze fixed on the woman and the dog. It was a good thing — this was the right thing. She knew that. But there was a part of her that felt empty again, the hollow feeling creeping back in. She had saved the puppy, sure, but what about herself?
"Take care of him," Mia said, her voice soft. She couldn't stop herself from adding, "He's a good dog. He deserves a good home."
The woman smiled, her eyes bright with gratitude. "I will. I promise."
Mia nodded and watched as the woman got back into her car, holding the puppy carefully in her arms. As the car drove away, Mia stood there, drenched and cold, but somehow, not as alone as she had felt before.
The rain was still coming down, but it didn't feel as heavy now. Maybe it was just the puppy, or maybe it was something else — but for the first time today, Mia felt like she had done something right. She had made a difference.
Mia stood there for a while, watching the puddles collect at her feet, the world around her still drenched in rain. She wanted to believe that today could mark something new. Maybe this small act of kindness, this moment of connection, could lead to something bigger. Something more.
For a long time, she had thought she was invisible, but in this moment, she realized that maybe she wasn't. Maybe she had been waiting for someone or something to remind her that she was still alive — that she still mattered.
As she turned to head home, her heart felt lighter. Maybe it wasn't much, but it was enough. It had to be.