Avery And Her Dream

Once upon a time in Bangalore, there was a puny seven-year-old considerate girl named Riya who would never forget her courteous manners which brought a tremendous amount of liking around her neighbourhood. She grew up to be a vital maiden as a respectful surgeon who saved people's lives without thinking about her own. She read many stories and articles which contented her. It wasn't long before she got pregnant and had a glamorous daughter which she lovingly named Avery with her husband. Avery despite being lavished by her prosperous parents planned to be an author from a young age after listening to the intriguing stories that her mother shared with her every now and then. When she was a very tall sharp-witted teenager, her hefty brain filled with prodigious ideas spilt them onto a hundred pages. Once her mother got terribly ill and might die. In that incident there were two pros, the pros were that her mother got frisky again after a day or two and that a whisker saved Avery from a rusty but brisk truck which gave a deafening sound which seemed enough to scare a mighty lion away from the scene. Avery was immensely relieved and exultant to write a new story for her love for writing stories was boundless.

One sunny afternoon, Avery was returning from an exhausting but exciting day. Just as she was about cross the road to arrive at her massive house a handsome captivating guy appeared out of nowhere to make a move for the dance. His name was Carl. Carl was the heartthrob of every girl in the school even the nerds wanted to be with him. The fuss over him didn't bother Avery and her writing. This had sparked their interest in him, Avery. Dr Riya reckoned a bit of break would do a marvellous job for Avery as she seemed to be engrossed in her work that her socializing was decreasing rapidly. After a short period of time, Avery finally agreed to Carl. They had a blast at the dance stepping away as the rock beats passed. When she was going home a black masked diver crushed her right-hand wrist she used to write with.

She was devastated and her mom saw this horrible condition of hers and called the doctor before giving it a second thought. Fortunately, the doctor said she wouldn't have to chop off her hand but she would need to stop writing for the rest of her life. This news made Avery heartbroken but she knew it was for her betterment. As Years passed she got engaged with a website called Story Mirror where she made audios while her husband 'Carl ' managed the financials.

At the end of the story I would like to say:

Never give up on your dreams

When there are alternatives for doing it differently do it 

No problem should be an obstacle which stops you from reaching your dream 

Peruse your dream

Everyone is different.