And it's over. The 7-year prophecy.
At the age of 20, my mother took me to see a fortune teller, a friend, and a psychic. She looked at my coffee lines and read into my destiny.
Of all her prophecies, there was one that I held onto and never forgot:
"That in 7 years time, my life will be so different; I will become such a good, successful person in many ways, and that I'd marry for love and I'd live in a huge house, too big, that one day I will walk through its gardens, look around me in disbelief at my good fortune, and at that instant will remember this prophecy".
The 7-year wait is over.
I am as single as ever.
Nowhere even close to this prophecy.
Unless,
a miracle happens.
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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