Author's Note: This is just a fun story I thought I'd post. Half of this is real, and it actually happened to me. And half of this is fake. Enjoy!
I'm sitting on my parents' bed reading a fictional book called: Tuesday in the Castle. Papa is on his chair studying on his wooden study table making a PowerPoint presentation for work. Papa turns his chair so he faces me. I didn't notice until he said:
"Dear, what are you reading?"
"Tuesday in the Castle by Jessica Day George." I reply. Saying the authors name with the title of the book is a habit of mine.
"What's it about?" he asks, even though he knows what's coming.
"It's about five people who live in a magical castle that adds new rooms every Tuesday," I say as he nods along. "But then, an evil wizard-" he stops me at "wizard".
"You know, when I was your age I-" he starts.
"-would read many non-fictional books." I finish for him. This sentence has been repeated by him every single time I read a fictional book.
"Have you ever tried to read any educational or non-fictional books?" he questions me.
"PAPA!! Mama made juice!!" my little sister bursts into the room and hands both of us a cup of red juice.
"What's in it?" I ask.
"Apple, carrots and some weird looking red fruits." my sister replies smoothly. I cringe at the sound of carrots and 'some weird looking red fruits', every thing else was fine, though.
Papa is already done with his juice. Woah! That was SUPER fast! Once my sister leaves the room, Papa asks me to remind him what we were talking about.
"You asked me if I ever tried to read educational or non-fictional books." I say.
"Because the last time I read them, I fell asleep on the first page."
"So that's good!" Papa exclaims.
I look at him, stunned. "How is that GOOD?"
"Since you don't sleep much, you could read a non-fictional book right there and then! That way, you'll have a longer sleep!" he says, proud of his prediction.
"You have a point." I mumble.
(I guess non-fiction wins!)