No, I can't get distracted, she thought.
But the balloon brought back a memory, a faint yet sweet memory. The yellow colour reminded Renée of Ciara, a pretty blonde green-eyed girl, not older than five, whom she had met during a parade on Armistice Day a few years ago in Honor square.
Ciara had a rather shabby appearance and she seemed to be alone, clapping enthusiastically while the golden curls bounced on her shoulders. But what caught the ten-year-old Renée's eyes was that she was staring longingly at the balloons in every kid's hand. Renée herself had bought a bunch of balloons in her excitement for the balloon release, while her older brother Nathan happily obliged. He was still a high school student, working at a local radio shop, but he never backed away on buying Renée what she wanted. He made it a point to fulfill every wish his little sister desired.
Renée had felt a sense of empathy for Ciara, and after much contemplation, she proceeded towards the girl.
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One Balloon Away
أدب المراهقينJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
