Today, I am finally leaving the Book Clinic, heading straight to the printing press. My mission is, at last, coming to an end.
The members of the "Morning Coffee Club" have gathered in full force. In a way, they've come to serve as my personal guard, ensuring that this final journey encounters no more "unforeseen circumstances."
Standing before the doors of the printing press, I thanked everyone for their hardships and their loyalty. I gave a deep, final bow and stepped through the doors alone. This is my duty; this is my final responsibility.
I am ready. Ready to be lined up neatly on a bookshelf, ready to be held and embraced by human hands. To feel the gentle rustle of my pages being turned, one by one. Even if some people insist on using those "rude" bookmarks, I still believe there is a charm in it... a charm that you could never truly understand unless you were born a book
Because... I am a book, and I will be a book-always.