Day 21 – a picture of something you wish you could forget
There aren’t really any memories I want to forget. I can thing of things that are hard to remember: my grandmother’s funeral, middle school, fights and break-ups. But as cliche as it may sound, those things built me. I am better because of those experiences.
J. K. Rowling really ticked me off with this little bit. I didn’t believe it when I heard it existed. Then I turned that last fateful page and saw the words above.
“NO!” I yelled, slamming the book shut. I walked off, mourning the end of a beloved series, and hopped in the shower, where all true grieving takes place.
I roamed around the apartment.
I got dressed.
I stared at the book.
And then, because I have no self-control, I caved in and read the epilogue.
I could have done better myself, J.K.
And if I could forget one thing, that horribly written bit of drivel would be it!