Charity
I am more than only a little black notebook, because she picked me. She glanced over the “Seize the Day” and the “Daily Planner” notebooks – paused momentarily at the “Dream Big” notebook. She must have liked the words “Give More Than You Take” tattooed on me, because her expression softened when she saw me, and she purchased me. She must have intended for me a great purpose, because she chose me to start a journey with some money in my covers and her name on my first page. She must have trusted in me to deliver her dreams, because her smile was dazzling and bright as she handed me to a pair of new hands; a new owner. I learned charity as she waved goodbye and didn’t turn back.
