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When you’re a child, you romanticize the freedom and the sense of responsibility that come with being older. But ironically, when you get older you realize that’s the worst part of it. In a building down by Main Street, there lives an eighty-four-year-old grandma, who suffers from dementia but has somehow found joy in all its purest forms, about a week before she passes away. There’s a sixty-four-year-old man, a writer, who only lives inside music, books, and well, strange words. He lost his wife, the only meaning he had for life 6 years ago and he’s only lived in his writings since. Next comes a 24-year-old woman, she’s some chaos, some magic, and a bit of poetry. She had it all figured out at 18, but this thing called life, threw her into uncertainty, leaving her questioning who she really is. Lastly, we have a 16-year-old girl, who for reasons she is not exactly aware of, feels everything and nothing all at once while trying to make sense of this world. I don't promise that it will change your life, though it will make you pause, laugh, cry, and then pause again. And just as you think you've figured it all out, in the final chapter, the character slip away, leaving you standing in front of your own reflection, questioning, 'Am I living my story the way I want it to be told?' Simple, honest, and deeply human, My Little Epiphanies reminds us that life is messy, people are complicated, and that’s exactly what makes it all so beautiful.