Welcome back, Darling Readers!
Ask me to spin the finest yarn or thread, and I can do it faster than any man – even with my eyes closed. Yet ask me to tell a lie, and I will stumble and falter to think of one.
I have never had a talent for spinning tales.
How is this writing already so beautiful it makes me want to cry?
The Friday 56:
I was so busy ironing my shawl that I didn’t have time to eat the steaming bowl of porridge the servants had brought me.
It wasn’t like me to ignore a free meal – Baba had always said my heart ruled my stomach – but much as the fragrant smell of breakfast tortured me, I knew I had to finish my shawl.
My heart rules my stomach as well, don’t worry.
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Till we meet again!