a dogs purpose book

Name: Rowan.

Age: 32 years.

Sex: Male.

Occupation: Office worker.

Purpose: None.

Location: His parents apartment.

Why am I here? Why do I exist? Is there a meaning in my life?

I am like a speck of dust, just going with the flow, I'm not even that, even a speck of dust has a reason to exist but what is my reason.

No family, no friends and no girlfriend to accompany me, to fuel my presence, to give living a meaning, to give me a purpose.

Sigh....... Sigh......

Gone were days when I could laugh without a care in the world if only I could turn back time.

Suddenly a voice sounds in his head.

"Is that your wish"

Rowan: W-Who?

Mysterious voice: is that your wish.

Rowan: Who are you? Show yourself.

Mysterious voice: very well.

Suddenly! A beam of light fell from the ceiling, feathers started falling and a majestic mysterious white figure appeared.

Are you an angel?

Rowan asked with an expressionless face, but there was a gleam in his eyes that spoke on behalf of his whole being.

The mysterious figure said: I can give you what you want.

What I want?

Rowan replied this time with a troubled face;

Yes child I can give you whatever your heart desires.

said the mysterious figure;

Rowan: I want my purpose back, my family, that would be my wish.

Mysterious figure: I will grant your wish, but there is a price.

Rowan: What price?

Mysterious figure: you will know in due time.

Then the figure puts it's hand on the head of Rowan.

Rowan: Okay, but you still haven't told me who you are.

Mysterious figure: I can't tell you that, but I can give you my name.

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