The novel

- Do you want some, July? - A little girl asked and gave a melting popsicle to her.

- No, thanks. I’m heading to the library right now. - July replied and ran away. She couldn’t look into that poor girl’s eyes. That young lady was an orphan in a big orphanage in town. She was very kind, although she had nothing. July was the girl who has everything. She couldn’t take anything from that sweet, little lady.

July hadn’t all, but she had more than that little girl. She lived a happy life in a humble house with her step-father and her mother. She was the best student in her class, and she was a relative of the most well-read librarian in the city. Every Sunday, she headed to the library to return her book and last Sunday morning wasn’t an exception, what she found there was an exception.

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- July, where did you go last night? - An old man with white hair and beautiful silver eyes asked.

- Rome. - July looked at him and replied. - I met two lovers. For the first time. - She added.

The man laughed. He stood up, stepped forward to the big bookshelf, and lean his skinny body against it.

- Where will you go today? He asked and stared at her dull red hair, a piece of the intense sunlight of summer. Sometimes, he wonders how god can fit that heated hair with her deep, blue, mysterious eyes, the eyes that always remind him about the fresh ocean breeze.

- Somewhere colder, please. It’s too hot here. - July said, her voice sounds like a chord of the guitar.

The librarian nodded. He raised his hands to motion her to come to the bookshelf and left. July went forward and touched each book as one. Her hand traced the familiar title in front of her eyes and stopped at a small book cover that caught her attention right the first time. She took it out of the shelf and recognized the small words on the book brown, hardcover: Short story. July looked at it once again. She turned the cover and read the brief line on the first, old, yellowed page: The life of Juliana Western. - written by J. A. Kristine.

July headed to a table, and her fingers continued turning the pages. Right on the next page, she saw meticulous handwriting and read it out loud: the special effect has been used to illustrating this story., the line she just read faded away, and the page turned changed into the sparkle, silver sand. It oozed down the table like water. Then, the grains of soil joint and turned into a minor model of a young girl with an old, simple dress (which only as tall as a thumb).

July looked at the minor girl and the design moved the little arms, legs and opened her eyes. She looked around and ran to July with a lovely smile. July pushed the book out, far away from her, and leaned against the chair. Her face was white and fluttered with fear. She closed her eyes, mumbled to herself: “This isn’t real”, and when she freed her eyes again, the model was still waving at her. July quickly pinching cheeks, and the model was still there, staring at her. She tried again. “This time must be harder.” she thought. But after that, the girl was even there. “Wake up, July!!!” she retorted. But, the modest girl stepped to her and used her sand to write the minor words: Special effect.

July quickly understood. She calmed herself down and the sandy model pointed into the pages. July looked at her and read the first page: “Chapter 1: Juliana and Mrs. Frostwest. Juliana, the poorest girl in town, was about to live a breakthrough in her life. But she didn’t know. She started her day just as usual, by reading a great novel that as she borrowed from the kind relict down the hill…” July stopped and looked up the model. She was sitting down under a tree and reading a comprehensive book formed of sand! July understood. She kept reading and watching the girl.

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The librarian came in. He glanced at July and the sandy scene and laughed: - The Midnight Ball, right? My favorite.

July smiled: - So, you know about this, grandpa?

Her grandpa replied: - Yes. - He continued. - I made it for grandma. She was J. A. Kristine. - July turned around him. For the first time, she realized the warmth of love and loneliness through her grandfather’s silver eyes.

So, tell me what you have read - he suggested. But right at when July opened her mouth, he said: - Wait! - Then; he looked at the sandy scene and waved his hands to them. The models understood. They slit up, and the glowing sand flowed to them. July looked at them and began: - Juliana Pride was born in 1957. She lived with her poor but well-educated mother, Mrs. Pride. They lived in a small cottage… - July paused for a second and looked at the models. There was a narrow cottage with two ladies inside. - and every day, - July continued - Mrs. Pride does the laundry for the moneyed, but also the greedy owner. She taught Juliana how to read, how to do housework, how to act, how to live with wealthy people, and how to be proud of herself. Later, when Juliana Pride turned eleven, Mrs. Pride passed away, left her daughter the most valuable thing she had, her copper necklace. Juliana soon worked for a satisfying family and captured the attention of a well-educated relict called Alice Forstwest. Then, one day, Mrs. Forstwest suggested that she should work in the city and Juliana agreed. She quickly found a job in a humble bar down the street. She continued a tough life in a city; she has been billing by the prosperous men, been despised by the greedy women. She wanted to go back, but she tried to stay still. She worked hard and eager to learn. Then, her diligence caught the attention of a famous shop manager and he hired her with a high salary. She agreed. She worked there and lived a better life. When Juliana turned 24, her friendly colleagues and Mrs. Forstwest told her to marry an old plantation owner called Phillip Host. Juliana agreed to meet him though she didn’t want to marry him. On that evening, they met and Host noticed Juliana’s copper jewelry. He told her that this copper necklace cost at least 5000 dollars and he asked her where did she get it. Juliana told him that her mom left in for her. Host didn’t believe her. He considered a poor woman like Ariane Pride could not buy one herself, so he thought Mrs. Pride was a thief. Juliana got angry with him and left. But when she got home, she wondered how did her mom get this jewelry. She remembered that her father was the one who gave it to her mother. But Mrs. Pride never told her anything about her father. The only thing Juliana knew was her dad’s last name was Pride, and he gave Ariane Pride the choker. Who was he? Does he still alive? Why did he be with them? Juliana quickly searched for Mr. Pride. But later on, she realized that Mr. Pride was a poor businessman in 1945. He got married to Juliana Pride and his daughter’s mention was Ariane. Pride was her mother’s last name. Then what’s her father’s? Juliana disappointed. For the first time in her life. She didn’t know who she is. She gave up and lived her normal life. That summer, she met Edward Western, a wealthy gentleman with dark, brown eyes, and beautiful blonde hair. They immediately fell in love and Edward brought her to a midnight ball. When they arrived,... - July paused. She only held until that part. Her grandpa laughed. - OK, let’s continued. - He looked at the sandy scene and July read

Juliana (the soil model) and Edward (the soil model) danced under the light. They looked at each other eyes and forgot about the time. During the dance, Edward asked her: Will you marry me? And Juliana said: Yes.

July turned the next page, the last chapter:

The last day.

Edward and Juliana get married in that last Spring and Juliana now called Mrs. Western. They lived a happy life together until when a letter arrived at their happy home. “To Mrs. Edward Western.”

Dear Juliana,

I’m your father, and when you read this letter, I may not be there for you for a long time. I’m sorry. I fell in love with your mother on a beautiful summer day. I love her so much. She was my friend, my love, and my everything. But my parents didn’t agree with my love. They wanted me to marry a wealthy woman, not an ordinary teacher. I wanted to run away with her, but Ariane didn’t want to hurt me or my parent so, she left, without telling me she has got pregnant.

I did not notice where she went. I wanted to search for her but I got a family’s fortunes and honor I hold. I got home and agreed to marry a wealthy woman with a broken heart.

Last year, I got sick, and by sick, I mean I have cancer. I won’t live for long, so started looking for her again. I found out she has gone. And I found out about your extinct. I wrote you this letter and hope that you would forgive me.

Juliana, I love you, a lot. I know that love is a magical thing that holds every individual part of life together. Love is a magical thing that makes people do things beyond their abilities. I love your mother, the wisest, and the kindest I ever know. Juliana, if you are hungry, she’ll give you her food. If you are thirsty, she’ll give you her drink, and you have a tough decision to make, she’ll be the one who sacrifices for you. She was wonderful. A woman like her deserved more than just a humble life. When I knew about you, I hope that you would be like her. Beautiful, smart, and kind. I’m sorry Juliana. I should have been with you. I shouldn’t give up on finding you. Or I shouldn’t love her in every first place, though I know that loving her was the greatest decision of my life.

Juliana, I didn’t be with you the moment you were born, the day your mother died, the months when you came to a big city and stand here on your own. I missed a lot of significant moments in your life and even your wedding. I’m sorry.

Juliana, I don’t even know do I deserve to call by your name. I don’t even deserve to tell you I’m your father. I have made an awful life decision: I have held the family’s assets rather than your hands.

Juliana, I love you. And I want you to be happy. I want you to make your own decision about your life. Don’t be like me, don’t drifting along with other people’s statements, don’t be like your mother, don’t feel TOO MUCH for others. I love you, Juliana, forever.

Love,

Your father,

Richard Houston,

12, New England St, New York City.

-Edward, take me to 12, New England Street. - Juliana said.

The sparkling sand a scene where Juliana held her father moribund hands, said the last words, and they cried together.

-The end. - July said.