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/// "I don't know how or when it started. I had a great life. Great friends, supporting family. I had it all. But then everything suddenly changed." ///

It was a beautiful morning. The weather was great — bright and sunny. The birds whistled a beautiful tune in which Jamee woke up to. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, stretched out her arms, then quickly stood up and ran towards her balcony window to greet the birds,

"Good morning nature's bards! Thank you for your sweet greeting!"

And as if the birds understood her peppy jest, they responded with a more cheerful melody. And as Jamee hummed along, she got lost in the music and started dancing while preparing for her day, feeling like she was inside a Disney movie.

Her performance got interrupted when her mother called out to her,

"Jamee! I made breakfast pancakes! If you don't hurry, your brother's going to eat them all!"

"Be right there!"

She shouted back.

"Just gonna get my journal."

Jamee goes to her bed and took a thick binder from under her pillow.

Jamee is an aspiring writer and loves writing about her day in her journal. Every moment, good or bad, happy or sad, she writes it down. It is her way of immortalizing a memory. She buys a new binder every year, treating every New Year a new chapter of her life. It's basically a diary.

"And my polaroid. You never know when something worth capturing might happen."

Jamee is also into photography but she uses a polaroid camera instead of a digital one. And it's because she's too impatient and would want to get a copy of her shot immediately. She also attaches these photos to her journal.

"Jamee! Your brother's almost done with the pancakes! You'll be going to school with an empty stomach!"

Her mother shouted again.

"Then tell him to stop eating! I'm coming down!"

Jamee hurried down the stairs, completely skipping the last two steps so she could get to the dining table as quickly as possible.

When she got to the dining table, she found herself staring at two tall towers of pancakes and her brother, James, gobbling up pancakes like there's no tomorrow.

"What's with the twin tower of pancakes?"

Jamee pauses, looking at James,

"And the twin brother whom I'm disowning for today?"

"Well, I was gonna bring these pancakes to the homeless men outside my office."

Her mother replied, in a charming voice.

"You mean the hoboes?"

Jamee remarked.

"Homeless men, yes. Turns out, they hate pancakes. And your brother has always been..."

She looked at James filling his mouth with pancakes, drank orange juice, and let out a loud burp.

"Like that."

Both Jamee and her mother stared at James. And James looked at them and said,

"What?"

They shook their heads and ignored James. Jamee sat down and ate some pancakes while talking with her mother.

"Anyway, how'd you know they hate pancakes mom?"

"Sarah texted me. She tried giving them pancakes earlier."

She replied.

"Instead of thanking her, they got mad, shouted "you tryna poison me?", threw the pancakes on the ground, and stepped on them. And just when I finished cooking the last one."

"Who hates pancakes? Pancakes are awesome."

James said.

"Well, apparently, hoboes do."

Jamee retorted.

"I'm heading out. Gonna meet up with Tina and Maddy."

Jamee said as she hurried to the front door to put on her shoes.

"I'm coming with."

James followed.

Jamee and James finished putting on their shoes, took their bags and jolted. But before Jamee closed the door, she told her mother,

"Also, mom. Pancakes? Really?"

Her mother just smiled and shrugged.

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