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    Star’S Journey
    Star’S Journey
    Star’S Journey
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    Star’S Journey

    By Guardian Angel

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    Stars Journey is a story of a woman tested by the universe to see how far she can bend before she breaks. Star is an angelic girl born into a poor, uneducated family. Her beauty is a blessing and a curse.

    She will take you through the terrible events and secrets of her past that still haunt her, how her innocence and childhood were taken from her and how she was forced to grow up faster than most. You will also discover how she found her strength and the love she so longed for. Come walk with her through her journey.

    As Star is drawn into the struggles of growing from a girl into a woman, her grandmothers words come to her often. Star hears her words of wisdom.

    I have no material things to leave you. However, I will give you something worth more than gold, she said as she handed her a Bible. Read this book and write the words in your heart and keep them in your mind. The words will carry you through anything that comes to you on your journey through life.

    The pages of this book are my thoughts and feelings. They do not pertain to any person in particular. If there are any similarities in words or actions, they are merely coincidental.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateMar 4, 2016
    ISBN9781514473269
    Star’S Journey
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    Guardian Angel

    The author was born in a small town in the foothills of North Carolina, God’s country, the Tar Heels they call it. The mountains are truly beautiful. They roll on forever. The clouds rest just on top of them like a piece of art. Late in the evening and early morning, they release smoke like they are on fire, hence the same Great Smoky Mountains. We are a proud, strong people that stand our ground. There are three types of people in the small towns that make up North Carolina—the rich, the poor, and the poorest. We are a God-fearing people who make a living off the land. A man’s word makes the man.

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      Star’S Journey - Guardian Angel

      Copyright © 2016 by Mary Franklin.

      Library of Congress Control Number:   2016903766

      ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5144-7325-2

                      Softcover        978-1-5144-7324-5

                      eBook              978-1-5144-7326-9

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Rev. date: 03/04/2016

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      T oday comes to a close. I watch the sun melt into the deep-blue waters of the ocean. As the sun touches the crystal-blue waters, it shines like diamonds bursting into the heavens. The slapping of waves against the shores sounds like a beating drum. Children's laughter fills the air.

      I feel the sand beneath my feet like tiny pearls not yet polished. A cool breeze sashays over my body. At the moment, I feel the earth move under me as the waters wash out and back to shore.

      With everything moving in perfect rhythm as it is meant to be, I look up to the sky and thank God for all the majestic beauty he created for all to behold.

      The air whirls about me, and my mind's eye takes me back in time.

      It was a hot July day, the air so heavy you can hardly breathe. I can see myself sitting on the top step of the run-down house where I lived as a child. I was wearing a tattered dress, my black hair pulled back in a ponytail, my bare feet on the bottom step. Once again, I was crying with my head in my hands, tears trailing down my cheeks from my sky-blue eyes. I cupped my hands to catch the tears as they dripped from my chin. Crying did not help, so I made up my mind that day to never cry again. I threw the tears into the air, and with my soft voice, I swore to cry no more.

      I watched my elder sister disappear down the long dusty road that led to town. My head was spinning, my heart breaking, and my ears pounding from Mother's screams from inside the house. I did not want to go inside; I would have to listen to her vent for hours.

      I never knew my father, and my mother was a cold, hard woman. She was a tall, thin woman with sad eyes. Her eyes saw through you when she gave you her look. When she gave it to me, I knew to stand still and not speak at times. I think I even stopped breathing. I thought she was a beautiful woman; it was just that the inside was dark and unfeeling. I learned early not to anger her, or I would pay for it one way or another.

      Mother was not a bad person, just overburdened with raising a family without a husband. Occasionally, she would beat one of us, but for the most part, we were not mistreated so much as neglected. Mother had to work long hours to keep the bills paid.

      I think she did the best she could with what she had to work

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