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He crouches down to level his gaze to his. "Little one," he begins, his words soft but resonant, "Life is a journey filled with twists and turns. There will be moments of joy and moments of sorrow. But through it all, you must stay strong, just as the sturdy oak stands firm in the face of the strongest winds." Confusion flashes on my Maddox’s face as he hasn’t heard that story before. Bartolome chuckles, then continues, "You are the future, the hope of our world. Be kind to others, for kindness is a light that can banish even the darkest of shadows."

"If I ever lie to the world I can never lie to myself If I ever lose to the world I can never lose to myself If I ever run from the world I can never run from myself Even I don't see nobody I will always see myself Simantonnayana Prophecy coming to pass Simantonnayana Ya my mommy revelation is true Look in the camera Take a picture, cheese Them say, "Everything the picture sees" Them general overseas Men marry men, women marry women Nobody fear God, only scared of death Pastor using black power Father making love to his daughter See people going to church of Satan Rich man worshiping Lucifer If I ever lie to the world I can never lie to myself If I ever lose to the world I can never lose to

I hope you have enjoyed following their adventures as they faced trials, and betrayal, and ultimately discovered the power of trust and unity. Through this tale, I aimed to explore the themes of loyalty, resilience, and the transformative nature of unity. It is a reminder that even in the face of darkness and division, we have the power to overcome and create a world where trust and cooperation thrive. I want to express my gratitude to every one of you for joining me in this storytelling endeavour. Your support and enthusiasm have been a constant source of inspiration. I hope this tale has left a lasting impact, encouraging us all to embrace unity in our own lives.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

The lump in my throat wasn’t going anywhere. Too bad. I turned back to my pack. My family. “So tonight,” I said, “we ate too much. We tell stories. We sing badly. We remember the ones we lost—not as debts, but as people who got us here. And we promise, out loud or in our hearts, to keep doing the work. To keep making this a place that deserves the next generation.” Ronan’s eyes shone. Naomi was crying, of course. Morwen sniffed suspiciously and muttered something about smoke.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

I'd spent five years in this city, and everywhere I looked, I saw traces of Dexter and me. But I couldn't spend my whole life living inside those traces. I picked up my violin and took a deep breath. I lifted my chin and walked out onto the stage. It was time I started walking toward something brighter. The song was one I'd written myself, lyrics and melody, with the violin carrying straight through from beginning to end. But during the chorus, I froze for a split second. The camera had landed on a man and a woman in the crowd. Every other couple the camera had panned to leaned in for a kiss on instinct, but they didn't.

his mother scolded him. "Oooh, Surprise. We are going out the country Tomorrow, so park your clothes when we reach home"He announced to nafisa . "To....."before Nafisa completed it , he stopped her mid way . "I said it is going to be a surprise"He grinned more. They left the house because nafisa needs to park her things. "Babe, are we staying long "She asked. "Maybe "came his reply.

This time he is grinning stupidly as if he narrated some very motivating story. "And?" I questioned. "The end." He replied. "Is this is a story?" "You really are dumb,doc." He released an exasperated breath. " You don't get the moral of the story. Do you?" "May god forbid." I placed my palm on my chest, "Does this story even has a moral?" "It does. And you are not smart enough to grasp it." He has a scowl on his face. " The moral is if you blame yourselves just because everyone does the same,you will have no life at the end."

And that was our story. *** THE END ***