A story told by a book✍️

 

Hello friends, 

       Today, I am going to tell you  about a strange thing👽 that was happened in my life...😉       

        There is a big old box in my grandmother’s room.👀 I knew it was a collection of books she had collected since she was a child, although I knew those things, I really wanted to open it and see. So, one day I asked my grandmother and opened it. It contained a lot of old books 📕 that I had never seen before. I did not have enough time to read them. So, I tried to close the box. “Please don’t close.” Suddenly I heard a voice. I looked around and saw no one.👀 When I tried to close the box again, I heard that voice. Get me out of this. I looked inside the box out of I had a suspicion. “Can’t you get out of this box?”  Here speaks an old book in side the box.😱 I was scared. My mouth is opened and my eyes are widened. I stared at that book for a while. I took that book out. It was covered with dust. I dusted off it. “Mmm freedom. My body has been ugly inside that box for years. Look at me. Dusty and now an old book.” The book mourned. The only question I asked was, how does a book speak? “Yes, I can talk. Don’t be surprised." The book said. "I am a book that owned by your grandmother years ago. In those days, your grandmother would gladly put a cover on me and used me beautifully. Now the cover is torn. Very ugly. I’m not worth you like now. She used to read me often. Now she has put me in this box. How pathetic my fate.😔 In a little while, my letters will fade😓.” I opened the book. The letters in the book were actually about to be erased. After all, it contained stories about world history. So, I thought it was a valuable book, So, I put a cover to the book and put it on my study table. The book thanked me so much.😁 

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