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58 Days
A number I’ll never forget
I felt as though my soul had plunged back into my 7-year-old self. Prairies stretched to the very edge of my vision. The grass was a breathtaking shade of green that I had never seen before. The prettiest blue sky, tinged with a golden glow, was embracing the land at the far end. I walked forward, exploring this paradise in awe. I stumbled upon a stream with water so clear that it almost completely resembled a new mirror. Flowers blossomed, butterflies hovered; this place was too sublime to be real.
As I went on exploring this utopia further, tearing through the bushes powdered with little pink and yellow flowers, I heard little 7-year-old giggles. They were coming from a hill right in front of me. I gazed up at the top of the hill and saw pink and blue balloons floating around a group of tiny girls in tutus and at the center, a little familiar face opening her presents. She was in a lovely pink dress laced in blue. Everything about the birthday party was so mystical and enchanting, my eyes had never feasted on such beauty before. I stared at the old acquaintance, the face I thought I would never see again.
As soon as Anushka’s chuckling eyes met mine, she cut through the wind, dashing towards me, and enveloped me in a sweet and tight embrace. Her hug gave me the same unearthly touch, and filled my burdened heart with the same comfort…
