The library of memories

There was a little girl around the age of 12. She was fond of reading, and her creativity was often praised by others. Being an introvert, she liked staying alone. One day, on her way home from school, she noticed a different shop—one she realized had never been there before. As she approached it, she saw that it was a library, with the wind softly blowing. It suddenly started raining before her hand could reach the door handle, and she became half-wet. Slowly, she opened the door and entered the library.

Upon entering, she saw countless bookshelves filled with different books, but she noticed that she was alone in the library. She took two or three steps further and saw a sign, a paper with a red border that read, "Welcome to the Library of Memories." Confused, she looked outside; the rain was so heavy that she could barely see anything, so she decided to stay inside.

As she walked near the bookshelf, she found the books arranged alphabetically. She also realized that each book had its own unique cover and was named after a person. After walking a little further, she found a book named after her mother. "That's my mother's name," she thought to herself. Gently, she took the book and placed it on a table nearby. She seated herself, and as soon as she opened the book, her expression changed from curiosity to extreme surprise.

Just as she looked at the first page, she was transported to an old hospital room. There was a small baby in the room, and everyone was admiring the baby as it opened its eyes. She realized that these were the very first moments of her mother's life. It was a moment of joy—everyone was smiling uncontrollably. She tried to sit on a chair nearby, but as she tried to grab it, it slipped through her hands.

She was eventually transported back to the library. As she was looking through the index page, she found something highlighted. She read it carefully—it was her name. She was confused but even more curious, so she opened that page. She went straight to the date she was born and was extremely excited as she was transported to the hospital scene where she was born. She saw her mother crying tears of joy and everyone else laughing and smiling. Soon, she returned to the library and saw that the rain had stopped, so she decided to go home. She couldn’t stop smiling as she left the library.

The next day, she found a library pass belonging to the same library. After that, she visited the library daily to relive memories of her loved ones.