Helen's Unread Book

This is from a promt which was simple the word unread so here you go, a sad story about a unread book.
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There were few books left unread on Helen Hartford's bookshelf.
But amongst the few was one she had had for as long as she could remember.
It was a small pocket-sized book with a thick blue cover and silver letters spelling out the title.
She had tried many times to read the book, but she could never bring herself too even to open it, for it was the last present she had ever received from her mother.
And with came the promise that her mother would read it to her, something they never had the chance to do.
So amongst all of the unread books, this simple blue book was her favorite.

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