Lost

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"The bird above a lonesome land,

Flies high to seek a friend so grand.

A friend of which his soul shall rest,

With one who knows it true and best.

The sad, lost bird flies northward on,

His hope of friendship good and strong.

He found and loved an island green,

Which happiness he could redeem.

His friend, a boastful naughty bird,

Had teased and punched him; others heard.

The bird then left for home and straight,

His hope of friendship turned to hate.

His father waited by the door,

Who smiled at him with love he bore.

They had lived happy, always sure,

He thought of it and found the cure.

A father was a friend for life,

Who loved his soul and heart and mind."

The bird then realized: It was the happiness he needed all this time.

- E.J. Marin

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Downtown, USA

18th of June, 2006

Downtown was a place for business. It was its trademark of existence.

Drew Leighton had started his own only a few months ago, determined to raise his family independently. Nearly 30, his ambition was close to being fulfilled: a true businessman.

His hair was black and cut neatly, his eyes the color of mahogany. Drew's calm and peaceful personality made him hard to annoy.

"Excuse me, how much for the package?"

He blinked in surprise, noticing a plump woman with blue eyes infront of him. She was clearly holding her patience, ready to strike anytime soon.

"$20," he added, "It's already discounted."

"Here," she replied dismissively, getting money for the bill.

"Thanks," he said. "Come again."

The same routine had happened over and over in his life. Customers inquiring, paying, then leaving. He thought about his past experiences with business, which involved helping his old grandfather start a store much similar to his. It only lasted for 6 months, since they didn't have enough money to pay for the rent.

"That won't happen again," he thought. "I won't give up this time."

The best part of the week was when he spent time with his family and friends, both of which he loved and cared for. Thinking of the good and special moments made him feel complete and energetic for a day's work.

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