Stingy, my newborn, came into existence when I read a quote by Jane Austen “Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure”

He came to me and started telling me his story. He brought Dreamly, Sam, and all the other characters that are part of this little book. And it was the characters themselves who wrote the story. I had almost nothing to do with it. Because the characters decided the beginning, the plot and the “ending.” As unbelievable as it might seem, I just type what they told me to type.

And although “Stingy” is the grandson of one of the capital sins, he is a good boy. He has loyally accompanied me in my lowest moments, patiently waiting while I put my life in order, and obediently coming to me whenever I called him. He is my newborn, my second son, and my friend.