Chapter 3： My Likkle Worly

Chapter 3: My Little World

Today is a quiet day.

The sun is shining, and the wind is soft.

I sit at my desk, looking at my stone friends: Moonstone, Ocean, Star, and Cloud.

They are quiet, but they are always with me.

I take out my phone and open my story.

The words I wrote before are still there, like little stars on the screen.

I smile.

This is my world.

A world only I can create.

Sometimes I feel sad.

Sometimes I feel like no one understands me.

But when I write, I feel safe.

Writing is like talking to a friend who never leaves.

I want to keep writing.

I want to make my story longer and longer.

I want to write about my family, my dreams, my little happiness.

I want to write about everything that makes me who I am.

I am only eleven years old.

My hands are small, and my words are simple.

But my heart is big, and my dreams are big too.

One day, my stories will fly to many places.

One day, many people will read my words and feel warm.

I close my eyes and whisper to myself:

Don’t give up.

Keep writing.

Keep dreaming.

You are special.

Your story matters.

When I open my eyes again,

I see my stones shining quietly.

They are listening.

They believe in me.

And I believe in myself too.