Not too long ago I had found a really old dusty book just lying on the street. As I looked inside I realized it was more of a diary. It dated all the way back to the XVI century. “Wow, this must be worth some money” I thought. After reading a little more from it, I realized each date had a different wish, some dates even more than one wish. Funny how this notebook has passed from hand to hand, and people continued writting wishes on it. It was divided by chapters, and each chapter had a different name. I skipped to the end of the book and realized it had a bunch of empty pages. The last page to have some text on it was the beginning of chapter 34, and it had my name as a title. “That’s weird” I thought. Read more