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📖Written by: MSY
🗓️Published on: December 29, 2025
✨ Remembering Cherry: One Reader Who Changed My Nine-Year Journey
💔 The Girl I Will Never Forget
Looking back on nearly nine years of working with stories I loved, there is one reader whose memory has never left me.
Her name was Cherry 🍒.
This is a personal reflection on connection, memory, and a young girl who quietly reminded me why stories matter.
🍒 Who Cherry Was
Cherry was a sixteen-year-old girl from Argentina. I lived in Malaysia. We had never met, never shared a language in real life, and yet our lives crossed through stories.
At the time, I never imagined that something I worked on quietly, in my own small corner of the world, could reach someone so far away — let alone matter to them.
But it did. 🌍📖
Cherry was one of those readers who wrote thoughtful messages. She shared how stories helped her escape difficult days. Her words were gentle, sincere, and full of gratitude — the kind that stays with you long after you close an email.
🏥 Stories as a Refuge
Cherry had been diagnosed with bone cancer at a very young age. Much of her teenage life was spent in hospitals. She often wrote about long days, pain, and isolation.
What she returned to, again and again, were stories.
She once told me that reading helped her forget — even briefly — that she was sick. In those moments, she wasn’t a patient. She was just a girl immersed in a world she loved. 💭✨
As her condition worsened, reading became harder. Eventually, when she no longer had the strength, her mother would sit beside her hospital bed and read stories aloud to her.
That image — a mother reading to her daughter in a hospital room — is something I will never forget. 📖💔
💌 The Message That Changed Everything
One day, I received an email that wasn’t from Cherry.
It was from her mother.
She wrote to tell me that Cherry had passed away peacefully. In her final moments, Cherry had kept printed pages of the stories she loved close to her — stories that had accompanied her through long days and quiet nights.
Her mother thanked me for helping bring her daughter comfort during her final years.
I cried for a long time after reading that email. 💔
👩👦 From One Mother to Another
I am a mother myself.
Because of that, I felt her mother’s grief in a way that words can’t fully describe. I imagined the helplessness, the strength, and the love it takes to sit beside your child and read to them when nothing else can be done.
That moment changed how I see everything I’ve ever written or shared.
🌍 Readers Beyond Borders
Cherry was not the only one.
Over the years, messages arrived from readers across the world — from different countries, backgrounds, and life situations. Some spoke of loneliness. Others spoke of growing up alongside the stories they loved.
I learned that stories travel farther than we expect — and sometimes reach people who need them most.
⏳ Nine Years of Quiet Work
Nine years is a long time.
Nine years of late nights, quiet persistence, and love for storytelling. I never started this journey expecting recognition or reward. I simply wanted to share stories that moved me.
Cherry showed me that those small efforts mattered more than I ever knew.
💖 Why Stories Still Matter to Me
I understand that creative work exists in a complicated space. There are rules, boundaries, and realities that must be respected.
But I also believe this deeply:
- Stories are not just entertainment.
- They are companionship.
- They are comfort.
- They are memory.
Cherry taught me that.
🩺 A Personal Note
Recently, I’ve been dealing with health challenges and personal struggles of my own. There are days when even simple things feel heavy.
Because of that, I’ve had to step back for now.
But I want to say this clearly:
I am not gone forever. I will return when I am able.
And when I do, everything I create will be done with care, gratitude, and love — for Cherry, and for everyone who has ever quietly read along. 💕
🌸 Remembering Cherry
Cherry may no longer be here, but she lives on in memory — in quiet moments, in old messages, and in the reminder that even unseen connections can be real and lasting.
If you remember her, or if you’ve ever been comforted by a story during a hard time, you are not alone.
Sharing these memories keeps them alive. 💖
🌈 To Cherry — and to You
Cherry,
Thank you for trusting me.
Thank you for loving stories.
Thank you for letting me be part of your world. 🍒❤️
And to every reader who ever stayed, supported, or read silently — you are the reason I continued.
Stories connect us. They outlive distance. They outlive time.
🌙 A Final Thought
Sometimes, I imagine Cherry somewhere peaceful — healthy, smiling, holding a story in her hands.
Wherever you are, Cherry, I hope stories still find you. Thank you for loving them.
*This article is a personal memoir reflecting on connection, memory, and the readers who shaped my journey. Names and details have been adjusted to protect privacy.
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