A cup of coffee is on the table, steam rises from it with the calmness of a Buddhist monk. I take it to drink, I feel fluffy and warm. While my husband is playing with our bird, Bekatcho, Bekatcho sings sad songs.
While I was scrolling through my phone, my husband looked at me about say something when he noticed that the color of my face turned yellow. He asked me, "What's wrong with you, honey?" I answered, "Hive." He said, "What?"
I answered, "I can't understand posts, or writing what's on my mind because the Hive is an English platform, so that leaving me feeling like a blind person with no guidance."
He looked at me with a sad sight, and approached me. He smiled sweetly and said, "But you are the most resilient woman I have ever seen in my life."
My eyes flashed, and my broken heart beat faster and faster. I answered, "Yes, I can be an English writer." I believe in myself. He answered, "And so do I." Until this moment, I have been working hard, reading and studying. Honestly, I only have limited words, but it will do for a beginning. After a long struggle, I can write my first story in English without any help, like someone who found their
way after lostness."
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Written by Lama, mother dragons
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