Talk over the moonlight

Talk over the moonlight

Nunolinaa

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At 27, I lost my brother and his wife in a tragic car accident, leaving me as the guardian of their three-year-old son, my nephew. We moved to Rainzburg, Germany, where my uncle offered us his unused house. Adjusting to our new life was challenging-my nephew struggled with the loss of his parents, crying himself to sleep and rejecting my attempts to comfort him, still calling me by my name as he always had.Over the years, I dedicated myself to caring for him, navigating the difficulties of raising a child while dealing with my own grief and guilt. Now, at 31, nearly five years after the incident, my nephew is almost eight. He understands why his parents aren't around, but the pain lingers for both of us. Despite the challenges, we've created a new normal in our lives.I work as a cook and second-in-command to the chef at a local restaurant, where I've found some stability and purpose. Amidst the routine, a dream has quietly grown within me-to open my own restaurant one day. It's a goal that gives me hope for a brighter future, despite the trauma and drama that have marked our past.Our life together isn't perfect, but it's ours. We've survived the worst and are slowly learning to live again. The bond between us is strong, and I'm determined to give my nephew the love and care he needs while pursuing my own dreams of a better life. "Give me half of you" "That's all I'm right now"

Chapter 1 Dear readers please join my life series

Hello👋, dear reader📚,Before we dive into the pages ahead, I'd like to take a moment to welcome you. My name is Una , and at 26 years old, I'm finally gathering the courage💪 to share a piece of my soul with the world. Writing has always been a passion of mine, but it's taken me some time to muster the bravery to publish my words.🙈This book, while not a direct account of my life, carries the echoes of my emotions, struggles, and experiences.

It's a blend of reality and a touch of fairytale🏰, a way for me to process and share what I've gone through in a creative way🌌.Beyond writing, I have a love for cooking, 👩‍🍳which, like writing,🖋 allows me to express myself and connect with others🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒. I hope as you journey🏞 through these pages, you feel a connection with the story and perhaps even find a little joy in it.Thank you for joining me on this adventure. I can't wait to share it with you.

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