Connect with Words for Wednesday 30/4/2025
On the wall opposite her bed was the old bookshelf. She always chose two or three books, sat in her corner armchair, and entered other, magical worlds. No matter how terrible things were, she would emerge from her room feeling strong. That Monday, after so many insults and the lack of respect at work, Anastasia, almost in tears, headed towards her room and stood in front of the bookshelf.
She looked in despair, her tear-filled eyes fell on an imposing book that seemed out of place and was very old. Its pages were yellowed, and as she picked it up, memories flooded over her—memories of her happy past life that had long gone. She sat in her corner and smelled it, the fairy tale book her mother used to read to her, and her tears flowed even more.She opened it, and as she turned the pages one by one, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She remembered the warmth of the family that surrounded her, the respect they offered her, and her mother’s words:
'When one door closes, another opens, ready to welcome you.'
She wiped her eyes, closed the book, and put it back in its place. It was as if the book itself had offered her its wisdom, the words, and the respect she had forgotten...
She had made her decision: 'I will resign from my job,' she thought, and a smile appeared on her lips.Το παλιό βιβλίο των παραμυθιών
Στον απέναντι από το κρεβάτι της τοίχο η παλιά βιβλιοθήκη, πάντα επέλεγε δυο τρία βιβλία, καθόταν στην πολυθρόνα της γωνίας και έμπαινε σε κόσμους άλλους, μαγικούς, έτσι όσο χάλια κι αν ήταν έβγαινε από το δωμάτιό της δυνατή. Εκείνη τη Δευτέρα μετά από τόσες προσβολές και την έλλειψη σεβασμού στη δουλειά, η Αναστασία σχεδόν κλαίγοντας κατευθύνθηκε προς το δωμάτιό της και στάθηκε μπροστά στη βιβλιοθήκη.