Samileeroth

 Khiara walked around the mall quietly, admiring a dress in a shop window, or politely declining when vendors offered to change her life with their products. A mass of shoppers were running around the mall like wild animals, carrying brightly colored packages with bows, store specific shopping bags, and the occasional Starbucks cup, it was Christmas season again. This time of year was always a bit depressing for Khiara, since their divorce, her parents had only done the occasional Christmas celebration. Her mother was always harping about her social club, and Hiroshi was busy with annual board meetings to end the year, even though he did work

She never knew what to write about, and yet she had ideas pop into her mind at random moments. Unable to place them on paper, they would always be lost in her memories; and when she tried to reflect on those thoughts, their original appeal would be lost. What is it about our memories power that makes it difficult to recall fun things and only think of the bad? She could only reflect on the bad things when she tried to remember her musings. It made writing difficult, despite how much she enjoyed it. Writing always managed to feel like a chore. Reading sometimes felt the same way. As a child, reading was a joy, then for years she hardly lifte