Sunshine In The Rain
she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
I leaned closer, feeling the weight of the moment as I reached into my pocket. Slowly, I pulled out my wallet, opening it with a sense of reverence. From it, I took out the photograph of Nika that Mama had given me on my first night visiting her.
It was a picture of Nika at six years old, sitting on a swing. She had a smile on her face, but her gaze was distant, as if she were lost in thought. Yet her eyes betrayed her emotions—they were filled with a profound loneliness, a touch of sadness, and perhaps even a hint of jealousy. Despite the heavy emotions swirling behind those young eyes, there was an undeniable cuteness to her that captivated me fro
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