THE MATE THE ALPHA NEVER CHOSE
It didn't.
The sun, a little kind today, cast its golden rays upon me, enveloping me in a gentle warmth that I appreciated, even taking off my hat. Even from my childhood, I loved watching the sun, its radiant glow painting the world in vibrant colours, breathing life into everything it shone on. The sky stretched infinitely above, a magnificent canvas adorned with wispy clouds that, coupled with the ethereal glow of the sun, now resembled the strokes of an artist's brush. The magical sky, contrasted beautifully with the ethereal clouds, floating lazily in the heavens. When I was younger, I used to think each cloud was alive and sentient, and nothing my Mum would tell me would convince me ot