Nothing Is Predictable
By Adalina Mae
Genre: Memoir
Zara is eight years old, her father, in a drunken rampage,
accidentally shoots himself dead.
Her childhood memories leave her struggling with romantic
attachments and hinder her from developing healthy relationships.
Seeking answers, She meets a monk for wisdom, and a gypsy for
insight.
The journeys Adalina Mae takes us on are interspersed with
heartbreaking moments as well as hilarious escapades.
This is life and nothing is predictable. The story keeps you
on your toes and offers mysteries to solve:
Why does Zara have recurrent nightmares of her last night with
her father?
Why does she struggle with love?
About the Author
Adalina Mae is the author of Nothing Is Predictable.
After leaving the corporate world of management,
she decided to pursue her lifelong passion to write.
She's also a lover of movies and hopes that her novels become
a motion picture.
Adalina wrote Nothing Is Predictable to inspire optimism
and positive thoughts, reminding us we are strong and can overcome life’s
challenges. Particularly those who suffered childhood trauma like she has. She
is determined to spread the message of forgiveness and love. Her life's
incidents have taught her, that Nothing Is Predictable and Nothing Can Last
Forever.
On Instagram: http://bit.ly/AdalinaMaeAuthorInstagram
Excerpt
“Run sweetheart, hurry, run! We will hide in the neighbor’s
storeroom, he can’t find us there,” Mom whispered as we ran for our lives away
from home hoping Dad would not find us. We entered the storeroom beside our
neighbor’s old cottage. It was dark and moldy and infested with rats. From a
distance, we could hear him following us and approaching.
I cried silently with my eyes shut, fearful about what was
going to happen. That dreadful monster is back, what damage is he going to
cause tonight?
“Shhh, don’t cry, he won’t find us here, we’ll be okay
darling, don’t worry,” Mom whispered as she held me tight to comfort me, yet I
could see in her eyes she was not convinced.
“Where are you? You think you can hide from me! I’ll show you
who the man of the house is! You’re taking my daughter away from me, I’ll show
you woman!” Dad shouted, his voice approaching closer and closer.
He was so drunk he didn’t realize Mom was only running to
safety. He thought she was taking me away from him. How on earth do you come to
that conclusion? His footsteps stomped louder, as he walked toward the
storeroom where we were hiding.
“Where are you? How dare you run away!” his voice projected
from outside the room.
And then, BANG! The wooden door was flung open and it bounced
off the wall.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed so loudly I can still
hear the echo of my voice.
I was eight years old.
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