I wish I could begin this story the way I know most would see fit. With a lie.
Argue with anyone and they will tell you that lying is worse than the truth. I believe A lie can be better than the truth. We sugar coat our sins to our loved ones and portray the person we want to be rather than who we actually are.
Where exactly does a story begin? I suppose there is no real way of knowing a beginning. Perhaps your childhood lead up to this moment or a simple pot of coffee. This story perhaps would be best told the day I received her.
I was Twenty-six years at the time just a month short of my Twenty-seventh birthday. I’d been offered a job in the states and had just finished unloading the last box. Growing up on a small island in Ireland I wasn’t used to seeing skyscrapers or being trapped in tight places. this new scenery was a bit overwhelming for me.
I closed the blinds and sat on the corner of my desk. That’s when Etsy Samuel