Today has been awful.
It was like a horror movie, but it was real.
My mother said I could only have ten books.
We were cleaning out my room (that I share with my two sisters), and when we got to where I usually keep my books, she said that they all had to be donated to the charity shop, but I could keep ten of them.
I’m only allowed ten books!!!! That was hard enough to get my head around, but then I actually had to choose ten books to keep, out of the whole lot. It was painful – I mean, excruciatingly painful – and I ended up changing my mind half a dozen times, but that’s not even the worst part.
I can only keep ten books in total.
In other words, if I buy any other books, I have to give away some of my existing books so it remains ten. Ten!!!
My heart is very heavy right now, and I am mourning the loss of my beloved books. May you all rest in peace. May someone read you again.