Has I sit across the room of our family's great library, my memories grew as I admire my dear grand-daughter Maliyah, reading my childhood all-time favorite novel Warriors Unite.

"You know, I see why you loved this novel so much grams, but why did you keep it away for all these years?" asked Maliyah.

"Well I think its time you know Maliyah", replied grandma Sue.

Sooooo...Long Long Long ago when I was about your age, reading books was my daily passion, from novel to novel and from chapter to chapter, there was'nt anything else I had rather to do than sitting in a cozy chair and indulging into my many fascinating novels.

On my six-teenth birthday my mother gave me a book for my gift. The gift was wrapped in my favorite colours, which were pink and blue. The box was wrapped with a purple ribbon, and it had white glitter on the sides. Being that I am interested into novels about war, Warriors Unite was the win-win book to my young heart.

As soon as I unraveled the wrapping and the ribbions from the box my gift was in, I grabbed it, flipped the pages and I started reading.

I had never read a book so interesting , the experience of war, and the braveness of the warriors, ohhhh so exciting.

I was so into the book that my mother had to yell three times in order for me to recognize that she is yearning for my attention. There were a few times she had to alarm me with a soring cushion or a pat on my shoulder, at that point, nothing else interested me more than the combating topics in my book.

I read the book at the dinner table, in the shower, before going to bed and while I do my chores. Every morning the first thing I'd do is to grab my book.

I would read it for so long that I was even often lost to the world amd even clueless of my surroundings.

Everywhere I went my book was always being opened before my eyes.

There was a incident where I was walking on the road, on my adventurous way to go pay a lady that lived over a hill, some money that my mother had owed her, but being me not focusing on where I am going, still reading my book , I did'nt notice a huge rock before me, standing might strong and looking quiet sharp as the men in the story.

I then tripped over it and narely lost my eye, I was lefted with a scare that never left my face, I felt as if I was being robbed of my young and reckless beauty, but I did ended up accepting my insecurities and I later learnt to embrace my scare no matter what people thought.

Being that I had almost went blind, my mom banned me from reading any more books from the families library, until I learnt to focous on my life ahead of me.

I begged mother kindly , to allow me to read the book and she furthur exclaimed that I am ibcontrolable of my life and continually lectures me about the amount of time I have wasted, when I have already accomplish many things in life.

After being banned from reading any book, all i could do