Dear SFAF,
I am retiring from writing. It has been fun and wewe guys enjoyed what I write, but my imagination seems to run low. I have no zaidi ideas to put into stories. Another reason I have to stop is because I am soon to get a job (it's my first job) and I am waiting to get a call back. Soon as I get it, I'd be working on the weekends and I wouldn't have the time to write.
I enjoyed uandishi for wewe guys and I upendo hearing what wewe guys say about them. It breaks my moyo to tell wewe this. But it has been alisema and done. I am keeping my awali stories up so wewe guys can still enjoy them because they are my last ones.
With school, sports, klabu and a soon-to-be job, I just don't have the time. I will miss it. wewe guys will probably protest but I will have to stop wewe there. I will probably write when I have free time, which I have to plan because of my tight schedule. I hope wewe guys will understand this. I don't like disappointing wewe guys. Just enjoy what I have previously written. I am actually crying as I am typing this.
Love,
Kaitlyn
P.S If any of wewe guys live in Maryland and so happen to be in Harford County, I applied to Regal Cinemas in Bel Air. So wewe might get a chance to see me.
P.P.S I am going through a Phantom of the Opera stage, so don't mind the pictures of a heart-broken Erik. Sorry about that.
I am retiring from writing. It has been fun and wewe guys enjoyed what I write, but my imagination seems to run low. I have no zaidi ideas to put into stories. Another reason I have to stop is because I am soon to get a job (it's my first job) and I am waiting to get a call back. Soon as I get it, I'd be working on the weekends and I wouldn't have the time to write.
I enjoyed uandishi for wewe guys and I upendo hearing what wewe guys say about them. It breaks my moyo to tell wewe this. But it has been alisema and done. I am keeping my awali stories up so wewe guys can still enjoy them because they are my last ones.
With school, sports, klabu and a soon-to-be job, I just don't have the time. I will miss it. wewe guys will probably protest but I will have to stop wewe there. I will probably write when I have free time, which I have to plan because of my tight schedule. I hope wewe guys will understand this. I don't like disappointing wewe guys. Just enjoy what I have previously written. I am actually crying as I am typing this.
Love,
Kaitlyn
P.S If any of wewe guys live in Maryland and so happen to be in Harford County, I applied to Regal Cinemas in Bel Air. So wewe might get a chance to see me.
P.P.S I am going through a Phantom of the Opera stage, so don't mind the pictures of a heart-broken Erik. Sorry about that.
80 Years Later
Sirius and Lily Black looked down at the tombstones. “Very funny how life works, guys.” He said, smiling a little. “Hated each other, worst enemies… what made wewe change?”
Lily sighed. “You were good men. No, great.”
Sirius looked her over, and then hugged her. “I can still hear wewe two, coming over at our chajio, chakula cha jioni table… bickering a little, yeah, but mostly talking and having fun.”
Lily bowed her head. “They both loved me, didn’t they?”
“Maybe.”
A little farther away Henry, Thomas, Jacob and Rose were playing together. The Blacks loved their grandchildren with all their heart, and loved their merry feet as they zigzagged across the tombstones, racing.
The leap of faith was over for them.
All was well at last.
Sirius and Lily Black looked down at the tombstones. “Very funny how life works, guys.” He said, smiling a little. “Hated each other, worst enemies… what made wewe change?”
Lily sighed. “You were good men. No, great.”
Sirius looked her over, and then hugged her. “I can still hear wewe two, coming over at our chajio, chakula cha jioni table… bickering a little, yeah, but mostly talking and having fun.”
Lily bowed her head. “They both loved me, didn’t they?”
“Maybe.”
A little farther away Henry, Thomas, Jacob and Rose were playing together. The Blacks loved their grandchildren with all their heart, and loved their merry feet as they zigzagged across the tombstones, racing.
The leap of faith was over for them.
All was well at last.