Lost between Two

Book

Days turned into months, and Glad and I had settled into our new life in New York City. We had decided to move here together after Glad's dad's accident, and it was the best decision we had ever made. New York was vibrant and exciting, and we loved exploring all the different neighborhoods and trying out new restaurants.

But as much as we loved our new city, we couldn't escape the past. Glad's dad had recovered from his accident, but our relationship with him was still strained. He had given his blessing for us to be together, but there was always an undercurrent of tension whenever we saw him.

And then there was the book.

After we had settled in New York, I decided to write my grandma's story and publish it as a book. It was a story that had been on my mind for years, and I felt like it was finally time to put it down on paper.

But writing the book was not easy. It was a deeply personal story, and I found myself getting emotional as I wrote about my grandma's struggles and triumphs. I also struggled with the pressure from my supervisor, who was constantly pushing me to finish the book quickly.

The pressure from my supervisor started to take a toll on my relationship with Glad. I would spend long hours at the library or in coffee shops, typing away at my laptop, and I didn't have as much time for Glad as I used to.

Glad tried to be supportive, but I could tell that he was starting to feel neglected. He would make plans for us, and I would cancel at the last minute because I had to work on the book. We started to argue more, and I could feel the tension between us growing.

It wasn't just Glad who was feeling the strain. My family and friends didn't understand why I was spending so much time and energy on a book that they didn't think anyone would want to read. They thought I was wasting my time, and they didn't believe that the book would be a success.

But I kept pushing forward. I knew that my grandma's story was important, and I felt like it was my responsibility to tell it. Even if no one else believed in the book, I believed in it.

As the deadline for my book approached, I became more and more anxious. What if it wasn't good enough? What if no one bought it? What if I had wasted all this time and energy for nothing?

But despite my doubts and fears, I finished the book. I submitted it to my publisher, and then I waited.

The waiting was the worst part. I didn't know if anyone was going to buy the book, or if it was going to end up in a bargain bin somewhere. I was a bundle of nerves as I waited for the first reviews to come in.

And then, finally, the reviews started to come in. They were overwhelmingly positive. People were connecting with my grandma's story, and they were moved by her strength and resilience. The book was selling out in stores, and people were talking about it on social media.

I couldn't believe it. All this time, I had been so worried that no one would care about my grandma's story, and now it seemed like everyone was reading it.

But the success of the book came with its own set of problems. Suddenly, I was getting requests for interviews and speaking engagements. I was being asked to do book signings and events, and my schedule was packed.

And the more successful the book became, the more distant Glad and I became. He was happy for me, of course, but he couldn't help feeling like he was being left behind. He had always been a private person, and he didn't enjoy the spotlight like I did.

We started arguing more and more, and it felt like we were on different paths. I was living my dream of being a successful author, and he was struggling to find his place in the world.

It wasn't until we had a heart-to-heart conversation that we were able to start bridging the gap between us. Glad expressed how he felt neglected and left out, and I realized that I had been so focused on my book that I hadn't been paying enough attention to him.

We both made a conscious effort to spend more quality time together, and I made sure to prioritize our relationship over my work. It wasn't easy, but we were able to find a balance that worked for us.

As for the book, it continued to be successful. It was translated into multiple languages and was even optioned for a movie. I couldn't believe how much my life had changed in such a short amount of time.

Looking back, I realize that writing my grandma's story was not just about honoring her memory. It was about finding my own voice and discovering my passion for writing. And while the process was difficult and challenging, I wouldn't change a thing.

I hope that my story inspires others to pursue their own passions, even when it feels like the odds are stacked against them. And I hope that my grandma's story continues to touch the hearts of those who read it, just as it has touched mine.