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SIX YEAR

Walking on the dry soil, I looked around, long trees, branches, leaves and twigs, the sky was of pastel blue color with a blur match of red rays appearing from the opposite side of the ocean, around all these greeneries, I couldn't think of a suitable reason for which the private jet of my mother left me here at the edge of a cliff from where when I stare back, all I can see is ocean and when I turn, I am welcomed with the view of the dense forest which might looks scary at night but right now it looked beautiful.

Beautiful.

My eyes fell in my arms when I felt the little baby stirring in her sleep, was she sleeping all those hours?