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    My Hibiscus in the Sunrise
    My Hibiscus in the Sunrise
    My Hibiscus in the Sunrise
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    My Hibiscus in the Sunrise

    By Krystalann

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    About the Book
    My Hibiscus in the Sunrise is about the ups and downs of female relationships: the good, the bad, and the ugly. It is about Krystalann Bies’ experience of heartbreak, healing, breaking habits, and getting a little taste of Heaven through the lenses of other people.

    About the Author
    Krystalann found healing when she could bring pain to paper in third grade. It wasn't until she was 13 that she pursued writing suspense short novels, but never felt worthy enough to allow others to hear her voice. Now she's written two books and is on to her third, because she wants people to see beyond their pain, and with the hope that they will share their story to help someone as well.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoseDog Books
    Release dateMay 15, 2023
    ISBN9798888129005
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      My Hibiscus in the Sunrise - Krystalann

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      The contents of this work, including, but not limited to, the accuracy of events, people, and places depicted; opinions expressed; permission to use previously published materials included; and any advice given or actions advocated are solely the responsibility of the author, who assumes all liability for said work and indemnifies the publisher against any claims stemming from publication of the work.

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      Copyright © 2023 by Krystalann Bies

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      To the women who have made my soul roar like a lion.

      Dear Reader

      Would you come with me on this journey to learn the complexities of female relationships? The good, the bad, the ugly?

      I’ll be with you until the final chapter.

      Love,

      Your Writer.

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      Laughter can conceal a heavy heart, but when the laughter ends, the grief remains. —Proverbs 14:1.

      My Iris

      O ur bond began before I was even born, you knew about my existence before I even heard your voice. I had an unhealthy obsession with you. The kind that would make me write your name on things, blow up your phone with text messages, or bring you up in any conversation I had the opportunity to. What is it about you?

      When we lock eyes, I’m torn between wanting to dance with you or wanting to numb the pain. I think it’s a game that doesn’t need to be played, but I’m used to giving myself unnecessary pain. And, then there’s the game of touch. I don’t know why when a single touch happens electricity and water begin to mix. It’s never a combo that even I would come up with, but with you, knowing you, it makes sense in the most messed up way. The times I hated most were the moments when I tried to be gentle, and your body would either shake or you’d move as if I was this evil giant that was out to do malicious things to you. I wish you knew that I just wanted to be close to you, feel your warmth, receive your undivided attention, and to be your favorite person on this planet, or at least one of your favorites. I wanted you to love me as much as my mom does, something you will never have the capability of doing.

      When the choice came down to either spending time with you or someone else, I’d always pick you. The decision always left never-ending butterflies in my stomach. I’d need dancing parties before being able to spend time with you. The dancing parties were needed if I were to allow the anxiety to escape my body.

      I don’t know how to share what we’ve grown to be without getting teary eyed. Your very presence has the ability to send shockwaves in my nervous system.

      One minute I was good for you, because I was acting shy and quiet. You liked me better when I was controlled. Why didn’t you give me attention when I would have moments of being hyper, loud, or obnoxious? Was I not as lovable then? Truth be told, I was a loud child, and somehow you always got to see my shy & masked side. Could you tell I was hiding a lot? Was my mask ever obvious to you?

      I found that I couldn’t run to you when I was bawling my eyes out. It was like you’d question my reasoning for crying so hard, then I’d have to force myself to stop the tears. I found that if I had something private to share I’d risk you sharing it with others or you having a blank expression. I wanted to trust, but as I grew in wisdom, I realized that if I wanted to fight for my own health, I’d have to pick my own battles. I needed to pick the people who wanted to support me, uplift me, didn’t gossip, and didn’t constantly make me feel like I was the one who was in the wrong. I didn’t want to be with you if it meant my being with you derailed the healing. If it meant that I was being held to some impossible standard. If it meant that I had to question whether or not my hands were poison.

      I wonder sometimes if my mom knew or could comprehend the impact or tiny bit of obsession I had of you when I was a teenager. I knew she knew I acted differently around you and for so long she wondered why. I know, at times, she would see the way you acted around or loved on me. She’d see how tight you’d hug me, she saw the moment everything shifted. Mom’s know things.

      I think one of my favorite moments was when I was 12 and we had just gotten ice cream. We locked eyes, and your smile grew and grew. It was then that I knew you were looking at me as if you were so proud of me. I hadn’t done anything, yet there you were content, beautiful, and staring at me a little longer than usual. I felt warmness in my cheeks, unable to formulate or contain any emotions. I was wearing them all, all at once. I felt naked, but then, as life has it, people tend to chime in at the most inappropriate of times. I quickly smiled at you while attending to other people’s inquiries, but I could see your gaze on me ever so often, not seeming bothered at all. I liked seeing you in the corner of my eye.

      I’d love sitting on your lap, with you pulling me in. I’d catch a smell of laundry detergent and that’s how I knew it was you, and not anybody else. You’re the only one who smelled fresh, clean, and like you just landed straight out of the dryer. I was drawn to the smell, you see, because I think I had become accustomed to the smell of smoke at my own home. Yet, my sense of smell and lungs never waivered.

      You taught me the importance of

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