"Being one of the best writers is what I dreamt of, and I made it."
                                            ~ Zoë Rebecca

As the days passed by being a writer was hard but a refreshing feeling, day by day I knew that it was hard I couldn't walk but writing gave me a warm feeling.

One day I called one of the editors of my upcoming novel.

"Hi, may I speak with Mr. John Clarke?" I asked through the phone.

"Hi, this is him, are you Ms. Sarah Collins?" He answered on the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Clarke can I ask if you'll finalize my request? I asked firmly.

"Yes, Ms. Collins we've finalized it already." He answered me through the phone.

"Okay, thanks, Mr. Clarke." I said then I hung up the phone.

"Oh my God, I did it!" I said with my trembling hands and with tears of happiness.

One day as I was reading a tabloid on newspaper I saw my name, "Rising Best Writer Miss Sarah Collins."

I shouted to my Mom, "Mom, mom, take a look." I give her the newspaper.

"Wow, my daughter is a superstar, and I'm so proud of you." She gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek.

Today is my birthday and that's the best gift I could ever receive, that moment was priceless, there is nothing I could've asked for more.

THE END.

#MoralLesssonOfTheStory illness shouldn't prohibit you on doing things, it should be your inspiration, because you still can, you can still write, paint and sing and don't be too hard on yourself, keep going, love.

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