Chapter 5

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Alva pov

I been here at the treehouse that i had woken up at with chimpanzee  at my side, his name was cesar. My name is alva because i was hit by a rock, cesar didn't know how or why ?. he was caring of me i could tell by his eyes, i been here for couple days at this treehouse, today i was leaving to go home cesar said. I had put my brown skin boots, and cesar gave me long sleeve brown dress i had got change when he left the room. I fixed my hair, and i braid my long brown hair  into a side braid

Soon after cesar came back, " it's...time...go...home" he said, i just we live together i thought. " okay...cesar" i said to him and i follow him out there was beautiful medium size wooden village. There was more treehouses they were all connected, all the treehouse were beautiful bullet and just beautiful.  I thought to myself, as we walked to the tallest treehouse than cesar open the door and i walked inside. It was beautiful but there was homemade furniture , inside was the living room, and the kitchen, dinner bedroom. This was my home i felt like in this moment as i walk in

~~~~~ cesar pov

I watched her look around the house and, she walked into the the kitchen and the little eating area. Than into the living room, the whole house was made of the homemade furniture  that design for us and this house. Then she slowly made to the bedroom, our bedroom " this is...your bedroom..." i told her she smiled as she look around the room ' than she saw the small closet and the bathroom " this is mine " she asked " yes " i told her she sat on the bed, she looked sad " it ...come...back" i was meaning her memory.

There was a moment, " i'll...make...dinner...sleep" i told her , as i left the room, i went to the kitchen and i began to cook. Deer stew that i knew that was one of her recipes , she loved my cooking it took me while to cooked it. It was sunset when it was done enough to eat and i set the table.  Than i went to my bedroom, woke her up. Her eyes open " dinner...is...ready" i told her, she slowly walked out. She join me at the table i was hoping she would remember  something, but i had to keep the faith up for her at least

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