A Symphony of Unconditional Love

Hello, Steemians. I hope your day went well. Today, I bring to your screen a short non-fictional story painted in fiction. The story is divided into three chapters. So, sit tight and enjoy the ride. Happy reading.

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CHAPTER 1

Several years ago, I met this amiable, amicable, beautiful damsel whose heart was a heart of gold. Yes gold, because she was beautiful inside and on the outside, and could never react to any external effects. Offend her, she wouldn't budge.

I admired her communicative spirit and her friendly vibe, although she was troublesome in such a way when you think of her troublesomeness, you can't but only laugh.

Winner!! her mother called.

Yet, no response. She was busy watching an interesting movie with us—me, my brother, and her siblings—jumping on the bed and making noise. The noise that echoed from the room hindered her from her mom's attention.

Iwinnerrrr!!! her mom called again, at this point more louder.

Ma! she responded, jugging down happily and noisily to meet mama, while we continued watching our movie

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Her warm, friendly, troublesome and playful company would always urge me to visit her often. Yes, often because I love to play her play too. And therefore, I became used to her playfulness. She was my perfect distraction. She got a young voice and a jovial spirit.

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A few years later, we—my brother and I—relocated back to our home of residence, Owo. Unfortunately, I couldn't have their contact. In fact, I was kinda young of thinking of having her or her mom's contact, and therefore I lost touch with her.

Sam, this is a total mess up. How do you think I can have touch with her or any of them again.

It's a game over. I don't think there's a way out. Wait... you can tell our uncle to help us out, he suggested.

A few days later without wasting time I called on my uncle, but unfortunately he said they've all packed out of the house that the house belonged to her uncle.

Gosh!! I screamed out of frustration. But you know, never say never. I would get it sooner or later. I mumbled under my breath.

...to be continued tomorrow.

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