Layla Abubakar
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My heart only speaks clearly to me when I’m writing. Welcome. This is what my heart has to say.
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The ultimate power that loss of power makes us feel is enough to fill the ocean with human tears. When I was seven years old, I realized that not everyone saw the same things I did, such as the little numbers that appeared on top of someone's head whenever I blinked three times in a row in exactly three seconds. When I told anyone, they looked at me strangely, or, as my mother puts it, I just have a very active and creative imagination. My imagination, however, is never as vivid as the numbers I see. And it took some time to get them there because I was terrible at counting as a child, either too fast or too slow. That is, until Miss Hazel, my English teacher, told me that the best way to count is to add Mississippi after each number to make it a full second. Strange, I know. I don’t even remember how I figured out I needed to blink three times in three seconds. It’s all too complicated really.
By Layla Abubakar4 years ago in Fiction
