I opened the book. All the memories came flooding back. When I was 5, in the summer, flipping through the book to get a breeze. Or when I was 7, trying to understand the messages in the book. I went to my favorite page. Number 5. I first loved it because it was the first one I could understand. But, in the end I began to learn all of the messages in the book but I still loved number 5 the best. I could connect to it most. I touched the side of the book. Green, my favorite color. I closed the book.
” For another day” I mumble.
The prompt this week was: