{"id":379,"date":"2026-08-04T18:44:05","date_gmt":"2026-08-04T18:44:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/?p=379"},"modified":"2026-08-04T18:44:05","modified_gmt":"2026-08-04T18:44:05","slug":"i-spent-eight-years-working-as-a-librarian-while-my-family-treated-me-like-i-had-wasted-my-life-during-our-parents-anniversary-dinner-my-sister-ridiculed-my-pointless-books","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/?p=379","title":{"rendered":"I Spent Eight Years Working as a Librarian While My Family Treated Me Like I Had Wasted My Life. During Our Parents\u2019 Anniversary Dinner, My Sister Ridiculed My \u201cPointless Books\u201d and Boasted About Her Successful Career. I Said Nothing\u2014Until the Following Morning, When Front-Page News Uncovered My Quietly Built $70 Billion Business."},"content":{"rendered":"

For eight years, I served behind the reference desk at the Boston Metropolitan Library.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

To my relatives, that was proof I had accomplished nothing.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

My younger sister, Lauren Whitmore, held the position of senior vice president at a national investment bank.<\/p>\n

My older brother, Daniel, operated three luxury automobile dealerships.<\/p>\n

Whenever our family gathered, they compared incomes, promotions, homes, and vacations while I sat quietly and listened.<\/p>\n

They never wondered why I remained after the library had closed.<\/p>\n

They never realized that once I finished shelving books, assisting students, and restoring aging records, I devoted every evening to studying publishing agreements, digital archives, data licensing, and artificial intelligence.<\/p>\n

Our parents celebrated their fortieth anniversary with dinner at an upscale restaurant overlooking Boston Harbor. Lauren arrived in a designer outfit and set the keys to her brand-new Porsche beside her wineglass.<\/p>\n

Midway through the meal, Dad asked about my job.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m still at the library,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

Lauren burst into laughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cEight years, Emily? Seriously?\u201d She shook her head. \u201cAll you do is read useless books. I\u2019m the only one in this family who built a real career.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel grinned. \u201cShe probably knows the Dewey Decimal System better than her bank balance.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone laughed except my mother, who kept her eyes fixed on her plate.<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d I answered evenly. \u201cNumbers matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren lifted her glass. \u201cFinally, she understands.\u201d<\/p>\n

What she failed to realize was that my company owned the entire restaurant building.<\/p>\n

It also owned the software her bank relied on to analyze private-market research.<\/p>\n

At five o\u2019clock the following morning, my phone started vibrating without stopping.<\/p>\n

The embargo had ended.<\/p>\n

Every leading financial publication featured the exact same announcement:<\/p>\n

ARCHIVERA TECHNOLOGIES REACHES $70 BILLION VALUATION AFTER LANDMARK PUBLIC LISTING<\/p>\n

Beneath the headline appeared my photograph.<\/p>\n

Founder and CEO Emily Carter Whitmore, a former librarian, has quietly built the world\u2019s largest private knowledge-infrastructure company.<\/p>\n

For eight years, I had depended on my library paycheck while secretly building Archivera. We digitized overlooked academic collections, purchased struggling research databases, and designed secure search systems used by universities, hospitals, law firms, government agencies, and financial institutions.<\/p>\n

I owned forty-three percent of the business.<\/p>\n

At 6:12 a.m., Lauren called.<\/p>\n

I allowed it to keep ringing.<\/p>\n

Daniel called afterward.<\/p>\n

Then Dad.<\/p>\n

By seven o\u2019clock, the family group chat contained twenty-three messages.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Lauren finally typed:<\/p>\n

Why didn\u2019t you tell us?<\/p>\n

I gazed through my apartment window as the early sunlight shimmered across the Charles River.<\/p>\n

Then I replied:<\/p>\n

You never asked what I was reading.<\/p>\n

The journey had not started with billions.<\/p>\n

It had started with a malfunctioning database terminal in the library basement.<\/p>\n

During my first year working as a librarian, a medical student named Aaron Feldman approached the reference desk searching for a discontinued pharmaceutical journal. His university required one article for a research project involving a rare bl00d disorder. Our library still possessed the printed issue, but the digital index had become corrupted.<\/p>\n

It took me six hours to find the article inside an unmarked archive box.<\/p>\n

Aaron looked at the yellowed pages and said, \u201cIt\u2019s strange that information this important can almost disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n

That sentence remained with me.<\/p>\n

Libraries, universities, hospitals, and government agencies held enormous amounts of valuable information, yet much of it was scattered among outdated servers, forgotten storage rooms, incompatible databases, and deteriorating paper collections.<\/p>\n

The information was there.<\/p>\n

Access was not.<\/p>\n

I started dedicating my evenings to learning database architecture. I completed free programming courses, read hundreds of technology manuals, and studied copyright law.<\/p>\n

Since I had almost no money, I assembled the first Archivera prototype using three refurbished computers purchased through a university auction.<\/p>\n

My first office was a locked supply room that the library director permitted me to use after closing hours.<\/p>\n

Aaron became my first business partner. He understood medical research; I understood archives and information systems.<\/p>\n

Together, we created software capable of identifying, organizing, and securely searching millions of scanned documents.<\/p>\n

Our first client was a small medical school in Vermont.<\/p>\n

The agreement was worth eighteen thousand dollars.<\/p>\n

I did not resign from my library position. Every dollar earned from that contract was reinvested into the company.<\/p>\n

For years, Archivera expanded quietly without attracting attention. We acquired neglected databases from bankrupt publishing companies. We negotiated long-term licensing partnerships with universities. We recruited former librarians, engineers, historians, cybersecurity experts, and researchers.<\/p>\n

By the fourth year, six major hospital networks had become our clients.<\/p>\n

By the fifth year, federal agencies relied on our systems.<\/p>\n

By the sixth, Archivera had become profitable enough for me to leave the library, yet I remained. Working there kept me connected to the people our technology was built to help. It reminded me that information mattered only if someone could locate it and make sense of it.<\/p>\n

My family viewed my steady routine as a sign of failure.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

When I declined to discuss my finances, they assumed there was nothing to discuss.<\/p>\n

The morning after the public listing, reporters gathered outside my apartment building. Financial television networks requested interviews. Investors celebrated as Archivera\u2019s stock price continued climbing.<\/p>\n

My family responded in a very different way.<\/p>\n

Dad sent me a message saying he was proud of me.<\/p>\n

Daniel asked whether Archivera needed a supplier for corporate vehicles.<\/p>\n

Lauren sent eleven messages before deleting seven.<\/p>\n

Her final message said:<\/p>\n

We need to talk. My bank\u2019s executive committee is asking why I never disclosed that my sister founded Archivera.<\/p>\n

I answered:<\/p>\n

Because you never believed my work was worth discussing.<\/p>\n

Two hours later, Lauren arrived at Archivera\u2019s headquarters in Boston.<\/p>\n

She had expected a modest technology office.<\/p>\n

Instead, she stepped into a thirty-two-story tower displaying our silver-and-blue logo. More than four thousand employees worked inside. A massive digital wall showcased our global operations throughout North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa.<\/p>\n

Lauren stood silently in the lobby.<\/p>\n

Then she noticed the name engraved beneath the company emblem:<\/p>\n

EMILY CARTER WHITMORE \u2014 FOUNDER<\/p>\n

For the first time in my life, my sister looked at me without smiling.<\/p>\n

She looked frightened.<\/p>\n

Lauren accompanied me into a private elevator.<\/p>\n

Neither of us spoke as it climbed toward the executive level.<\/p>\n

She repeatedly glanced at the display showing the company\u2019s live market valuation. The figure shifted every second, increasing and decreasing by millions of dollars. For someone who had devoted her career to finance, she seemed unable to process what she was witnessing.<\/p>\n

When the elevator doors opened, my chief of staff, Natalie Brooks, approached carrying a tablet.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Federal Health Commission moved the meeting to eleven,\u201d Natalie said. \u201cThe London team also confirmed the university consortium agreement.\u201d<\/strong><\/h1>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d I replied. \u201cPlease give us twenty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Natalie nodded before walking away.<\/p>\n

Lauren watched her disappear down the hallway.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a chief of staff?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have several executives,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

She followed me into my office. The space was spacious but understated: a long conference table, two bookshelves, a wall displaying live operational data, and broad windows overlooking Boston.<\/p>\n

Lauren slowly lowered herself into the chair across from me.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

It was the first sincere question she had ever asked me.<\/p>\n

I poured two glasses of water.<\/p>\n

\u201cI focused on a problem nobody influential wanted to solve.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat doesn\u2019t explain seventy billion dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I replied. \u201cEight years of consistent execution explains seventy billion dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her face grew tense.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could have told us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt Daniel\u2019s wedding, you interrupted me so you could talk about your promotion. Four years ago at Thanksgiving, Dad said technology companies were just gambling. Last Christmas, you warned me not to em.bar.rass myself by mentioning my \u2018little computer project\u2019 in front of your coworkers.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n

I continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cEventually, I stopped trying to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n

She folded her arms. \u201cSo this was revenge?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why keep everything secret?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPrivacy isn\u2019t revenge. I protected the company while it was still vulnerable. I also discovered that people reveal their true character when they believe you have nothing to offer them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Those words struck even more deeply than I had expected.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Lauren kept her eyes on the floor.<\/p>\n

After a long pause, she quietly said, \u201cMy bank wants a meeting with Archivera.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked up. \u201cYou know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe received their request six weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

She blinked. \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe turned it down.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren leaned across the table. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour bank requested exclusive access to datasets created by public universities. Their proposal would have limited smaller institutions from accessing information partly funded by taxpayers. Our legal and ethics teams rejected it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t involved in that proposal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou signed the preliminary review.\u201d<\/p>\n

The color drained from her face.<\/p>\n

I rotated the monitor on my desk toward her. Her digital signature appeared at the bottom of the document.<\/p>\n

Lauren read the page twice.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was one of hundreds of files,\u201d she said. \u201cMy team reviewed it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut your name approved it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked directly at me. \u201cAre you thre:atening me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019m showing you the difference between holding a title and accepting responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before she could answer, Natalie knocked and stepped inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily, we have a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n

She handed me the tablet.<\/p>\n

A financial news website had published an article claiming that Archivera\u2019s valuation was based on illegally acquired academic records. The report cited anonymous executives from a major investment bank.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Lauren read the headline over my shoulder.<\/p>\n

Her hands started trembling.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s my bank,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

I looked at her. \u201cDid you know about this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Natalie spoke in a calm voice. \u201cOur communications team traced the source of the allegations. The reporter received internal documents from someone in Lauren\u2019s division.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren stood up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis could destr0y my career.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt could d@mage my company,\u201d I replied.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

She began walking back and forth. \u201cMy division head, Martin Hale, wanted the Archivera deal. When you rejected it, he blamed me because of our family connection. He said I should have been able to influence you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCould he have leaked the documents?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have proof?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren hesitated.<\/p>\n

That hesitation answered my question.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you have?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

She reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cMartin sent me messages last week. He said Archivera would reconsider once the market questioned your ownership rights. I thought he was exaggerating.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShow me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She unlocked the phone but kept it in her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I give you these messages, I\u2019ll be finished at the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you hide them, you could become part of a securities investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren slowly sat down again.<\/p>\n

For years, she had spoken as though success made her untouchable. Now she looked like someone standing on the edge of a cliff.<\/p>\n

\u201cI worked sixteen years to earn that position,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I worked eight years to build this company.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause\u2026\u201d She stopped.<\/p>\n

Because she had always believed her work mattered more than mine.<\/p>\n

She finally handed me the phone.<\/p>\n

The messages were unmistakable. Martin had coordinated the leak with a consultant who held a financial position that would profit if Archivera\u2019s share price declined. He had also instructed Lauren to pressure me in private.<\/p>\n

Natalie photographed the messages and contacted our general counsel.<\/p>\n

Within an hour, Archivera released audited licensing records proving that every collection had been obtained legally. Universities issued public statements supporting us. The false article quickly began falling apart under the weight of documented evidence.<\/p>\n

Then our legal team forwarded Lauren\u2019s messages to federal regulators.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

By the close of trading, Archivera\u2019s shares had fully recovered.<\/p>\n

By the following morning, Martin Hale had been suspended.<\/p>\n

Three days later, he was arrested on charges of securities fr@ud, conspiracy, and unlawful disclosure of confidential information.<\/p>\n

Lauren was never charged, but her bank placed her on administrative leave while investigators examined her conduct. News articles mentioned her name alongside words like \u201cnegligence,\u201d \u201coversight,\u201d and \u201cconflict of interest.\u201d<\/p>\n

The same relatives who had once described her as the family\u2019s greatest success suddenly stopped talking about her career.<\/p>\n

Our parents asked everyone to meet for another dinner.<\/p>\n

This time, they selected a quiet restaurant close to their home.<\/p>\n

Dad arrived carrying a folder filled with newspaper articles about Archivera. He placed it on the table as though it proved he had supported me all along.<\/p>\n

\u201cI always knew you were intelligent,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me I was wasting my education.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shifted uneasily. \u201cParents worry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel gave an awkward laugh. \u201cWe teased you, but that\u2019s what brothers and sisters do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I replied. \u201cSiblings tease each other. You judged my worth by my paycheck.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel\u2019s smile faded.<\/p>\n

Mom reached across the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are sorry, Emily.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her apology sounded genuine.<\/p>\n

I squeezed her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cI accept that you\u2019re sorry. But forgiveness does not erase the past.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren remained silent at the far end of the table. Without her prestigious office, executive title, and professional confidence, she seemed much smaller.<\/p>\n

After dinner, she asked if we could speak outside.<\/p>\n

We stood beneath a streetlamp while light snow drifted across the parking lot.<\/p>\n

\u201cI lost my position,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe bank offered me a resignation agreement. There\u2019s no admission of wrongdoing, but I can\u2019t go back.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat will you do now?\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed quietly with bitterness. \u201cI thought you might know. Apparently, you understand careers better than I do.\u201d<\/strong><\/h1>\n

I waited.<\/p>\n

Then she asked, \u201cCould I work for Archivera?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question did not surprise me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat position?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStrategy. Finance. Partnerships. Anything senior enough to match my experience.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her expression hardened. \u201cYou won\u2019t even think about it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought about it before you asked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re punishing me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m protecting the company.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI made one mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou approved an unethical proposal without reading it. You ignored signs of market man!pulation. You dismissed my work for years. None of those decisions suggest you should be given authority here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo that\u2019s the end?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. There\u2019s an opening in our institutional compliance department.\u201d<\/p>\n

A flicker of hope crossed her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat level?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAssociate analyst.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s an entry-level position.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI supervised eighty people.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you failed to review documents carrying your own signature.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want me to begin at the bottom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to begin where your demonstrated judgment places you. You would report to experienced compliance officers, complete every required training program, and receive no special treatment.\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned toward the falling snow.<\/p>\n

For a long moment, she remained silent.<\/p>\n

Then she asked, \u201cWhat does it pay?\u201d<\/p>\n

I told her.<\/p>\n

The salary was less than one-fifth of what she had earned before.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

She almost laughed but caught herself.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you make less than that at the library?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you built Archivera while earning that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lauren looked through the restaurant window toward our family. Dad was showing Daniel another newspaper article. Mom was quietly watching us.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believed money proved I was better than you,\u201d Lauren said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought your silence meant you had nothing worth saying.\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

\u201cMy silence meant I no longer needed your approval.\u201d<\/p>\n

She took a slow breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen would I start?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMonday, if you pass the standard background review.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time that evening, I smiled.<\/p>\n

Lauren accepted the job.<\/p>\n

Her first few months were challenging. Everyone knew who she was, yet nobody treated her like an executive. She reviewed licensing records, identified compliance issues, attended training sessions, and revised reports late into the night.<\/p>\n

She made mistakes.<\/p>\n

This time, she carefully read every document before placing her signature on it.<\/p>\n

Two years later, she was promoted to senior compliance manager\u2014not because she was my sister, but because her supervisors recommended her advancement.<\/p>\n

Daniel\u2019s dealerships later ran into financial difficulties. He asked me for a rescue investment. I refused to hand him a blank check, but Archivera\u2019s procurement team evaluated his company using the exact same standards applied to every vendor. One dealership secured a limited fleet-maintenance contract. The other two eventually closed.<\/p>\n

Dad stopped displaying newspaper articles about me after I told him success was not a family trophy.<\/p>\n

Mom began volunteering at the Boston Metropolitan Library.<\/p>\n

As for me, I stepped away from the chief executive position five years after the public listing and became Archivera\u2019s chairwoman. Twice each month, I returned to the library\u2014not as the owner, a donor, or a public figure, but as a volunteer literacy tutor.<\/p>\n

One afternoon, a teenage girl named Sofia asked why someone as wealthy as I was still helping people find books.<\/p>\n

I looked around the reading room where everything had started.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause books were never useless,\u201d I said. \u201cPeople simply underestimate what knowledge can become when someone knows how to use it.\u201d<\/strong><\/h1>\n

My family had once believed that success needed to be loud, obvious, and expensive.<\/p>\n

They were mistaken.<\/p>\n

Real success often grows in silence.<\/p>\n

It grows while other people laugh.<\/p>\n

It grows while they confuse patience with weakness, humility with failure, and silence with emptiness.<\/p>\n

The morning my company reached a seventy-billion-dollar valuation did not make me successful.<\/p>\n

It simply made my success impossible for them to overlook.<\/p>\n

And that became the lesson they finally understood:<\/p>\n

Never judge someone\u2019s future by the single chapter of life you happen to witness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

For eight years, I served behind the reference desk at the Boston Metropolitan Library. To my relatives, that was proof I had accomplished nothing. My younger sister, Lauren Whitmore, held the position of senior vice president at a national investment bank. My older brother, Daniel, operated three luxury automobile dealerships. Whenever our family gathered, they…<\/p>\n

Read More “I Spent Eight Years Working as a Librarian While My Family Treated Me Like I Had Wasted My Life. During Our Parents\u2019 Anniversary Dinner, My Sister Ridiculed My \u201cPointless Books\u201d and Boasted About Her Successful Career. I Said Nothing\u2014Until the Following Morning, When Front-Page News Uncovered My Quietly Built $70 Billion Business.”<\/span> »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":33,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-379","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=379"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":380,"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379\/revisions\/380"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/33"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=379"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=379"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingstoury.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=379"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}