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lilyan mei Finding Encouragement92lilyan meiI Am in Loveiam a married woman. It is immoral to fall in love with someone else, butsomething happened that I couldn’t control.Two years ago, I was asked to join the Friday writing class at the FamilyLiteracy Program, but I gave an excuse that my English was too low-level towrite something. No matter how my classmates tried to talk me into attendingthe class, I always turned them down by saying that I wasn’t as smart as they inwriting anything I wanted. In fact, I didn’t want to have the responsibility ofwriting; I thought I should be relaxing at home or going shopping with my friendsfor my entertainment when weekends came, since life is short.Time can change everything, but my mind was still the same until I was“ordered” by my employer to join the writing class a few months ago. On the firstday of school, I was a bit reluctant to walk into the classroom because I thoughtit would be stressful to write an article each week, and I would be bored duringclass. Who would know I would get a lot of pleasure from the way my teachertaught us, from the students’ interesting essays, and from the way we felt free totalk? I was impressed by the enthusiastic atmosphere from my first time in thewriting class.Week after week, I discovered that I hadbecome absorbed in my writing. I alwaysthink about what kind of topic I am goingto write on, how to start the first paragraphand conclude the essay, and a lot of things Ineed to brainstorm. No matter where I am,what I am doing, my mind is writing. Once I finish my essay and read it again andagain, I feel like a mother who finally gives birth to a baby after experiencing ninehard months of carrying. I am so relieved and content. I can’t express how muchsatisfaction I get from it; my love for writing has grown even without my knowingit. My poor husband, he is no longer the one I always think about anymore.No matter where Iam, what I am doing,my mind is writing.