(Flashback)

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Miles narration :

Do you know why  I  loved watching Drey play soccer back at high school? Because I always felt connected to it, to the field and to the view. Now I realized why.

My dad was a soccer coach, he was so kind, handsome and the coolest dad. Even lady teachers had a crush on him, he was so friendly and cool to his students that they were always punctual . He was like the superman with mustaches and wears his underwear inside. I loved my dad, he was my idol and inspiration. That's why I always watched him from the bleachers and admired that man.

On the other had my mom was the most beautiful, winsome lady I ever laid my eyes on. She was a freelance writer and an adult Disney lover, she loved the stars so I'd always fine myself staring at the ceiling when the fake stars glow, she loved it because 'It's Miles away'.

"Have fun Matt!", Dad shouted as I was running towards the other kids.

I was 7 years old and attended the Chruch Sunday school camp every year, and it was always my favorite part of the year.

"I will dad. Bye!", I waved him goodbye.

~~~

It was the first day and I saw the same faces I saw every year, it was the same atmosphere we had every year but there was corner, a different corner. All the kids had their own accompany but there was a girl, a new face, a cute Asian girl, staring at the other kids just like they were all alien. She was so pretty with long black hair, she had a small face with tiny eyes. She looked like mom's favorite Disney character, Mulan. She was the prettiest girl I've seen after my mother.

My heart was beating fast.

I approached her because no one was talking to her.

"Hi," I said and set beside her. "I'm Matthew but you can call me Matt, that's what dad calls me."

I was afraid she'd not want me around but that wasn't the case.

She slowly turned towards me and smiled. "Hi, I am Levi no, you can call me Levi, that's what my brother calls me."

She looked quite and not sociable but actually she was more comfortable.

"What does your parents call you?", I asked.

"They call me by different names, Levi no, Levi, Vivi, Ano. Out of love, that's what my brother said", she smiled again.

"You have a weird name, I've never heard of any you just mentioned", I said and she just smiled.

I wanted to ask her a lot of questions but I was afraid I'll scare her away if I talk too much.

"Do you love to sing?", I asked again.

"I-I guess", she replied as she pulled a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Mom would love you if you guys meet, she love Mulan the Disney princess, and you look like her."

"I do?"

"Yeah", I replied with a smile.

"B-but I don't know Mulan"

"You don't?? Ohhh . . . .  what do you watch on TV?"

"I don't watch TV, I watch my brother paint", she replied.

I wonder who her brother was that she always mentioned him.

Levi no was different and I could easily click in with her. The camp went on and all I did was be by her side, we did everything together, singing, dancing, games, eating, almost everything.

I enjoyed her company and she did too.

"Look", she pointed at the night sky. "Can you see the stars?"

I nodded yes, "Why?"

"My brother said that, if the sky is clear at night, tomorrow will be a pleasant day"

"Your brother must be smart." I replied staring at the sky.

We set side by side on a bench, we did it every night talking about how much she loved her brother's art and how much I wanted to grow up like my dad. We became closer and closer and without realizing she became my first love.

My heart couldn't stop beating fast.

She fluttered my innocent heart everytime she walked towards me to go adventure the whole day. She started to express more and more, of her happiness and sadness too. She's sometimes ask me why a mam with mustaches doesn't like her, she'd be extremely  sad and miss home at times. She say she wants to go back to a place called Kohima but I had no idea where it was.

She became a part of me, she taught me how it feels to love someone who is not your mom or dad but someone else. She became my reason to smile. But I was too young to know that it doesn't stay forever.

~~~

The last day of camp came by and the sky was so blue and the clouds were flying by because last night we stared at the stars and talked about my mother.

We were having a break from the activities, all the other kids were playing around, laughing, jumping and some singing too. And at the corner, me and Levi laid on the grass looking at the beautiful sky.

It was the last day and I knew I'll never get a chance like this again so I pushed my hand towards hers and fixed them between her fingers.

She turned her small face towards me and her tiny eyes laid on me.

"Levi, I-I love you", I smiled, it was a new feeling and I didn't even know it was called confessing my feelings to a girl. But one thing I was sure was that I loved her differently than any other friends.

Than her tiny eyes became smaller as she grinned at me without saying anything and so the young me with his butterflies smiled back at her.

~~~

Levi no hugged me goodbye.

"I'll miss you so much Levi", I whispered into her ears.

"I'll miss you too Matt", she replied with her soft voice.

"When I miss you, I'll come fine you with my dad, ok?", I told her holding my backpack.

"Will you?", she asked happily.

"Yes"

"And than we'll watch Vizo paint, we'll eat my favorite rice cake and we'll even sing Disney songs with your mom and we'll all have a lot of fun", she said excitedly.

It was the first time she said her brother's name and his name too was also alien to me.

And with the promise we parted away.

~~~

"Mom, Mom, Levi looks like Mulan and you're gonna love her, she even said she'll sing with you when we meet and. . . . . "

"Matt it's the 400000000th time you're telling me about Levi no, LLEVI NO, LEVI NO. It's been a year since the camp and the next camp is just around the corner and you're telling me like you just came home yesterday."

I couldn't forget about her and I'd tell my parents about her every morning I wake up. She was still like a fresh memory that happened just yesterday. But the sad part was. . . . . . . . I never saw her again.

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