An 11-year-old girl was running around the house, imagining herself as an Olympic champion that won a race. Her soft curls and waves of hair, like the bark of an oak tree, was quite a dark brown, not bright but purely gentle in any light. Each strand was freely flowing as she was running. She was deliriously happy, giddy with excitement. She wore the facial expression of a child who had received a lot of Christmas presents. She bounced on her flexing feet and scrubbed her palms together.
"Are we going back to our hometown tomorrow to visit grandpa?" She asked.
"Yes, dear. Tomorrow we will visit your beloved grandfather and bring him close to us. He will be living with us starting tomorrow." The middle-aged woman answered her.
"Really? Will grandpa stay with us forever? He will not be alone anymore in that house."
She was running, screaming, and telling everyone in the house what would happen tomorrow, but she had to wait. School break is a moment that she has been waiting for all this time because it was the only opportunity for her to meet her much-loved grandpa.
As the night approached, the stars in the sky came out to perform, escorted by the night wind's resonant sound. She seeks and pointed at the stars happily.
"Logi, I could see the stars from here. Like a lot. Hehe." She giggled.
The fluffy white stuffed animal sat beside her, looking out the window, listening to every word she uttered. Logi—she named it Logi. Her best buddy and a loyal companion that will never leave her side. He was always there. Every day was a different version of the girl, but Logi stayed. He understood what it meant to be a human. Sometimes fragile and later robust and full of light. As she got lost in her adventure with the stars, the cherry pink, heart-shaped music box played a beautiful rhythm, filling her cosy bedroom. She called it Chely—because she thinks it was an adorable nickname, as its colour is cherry pink. Chely's singings was an addiction to her—it is a must for Chely to sing a song for her every night.
"Lisa... its 10.30 p.m... You should sleep, honey. We need to wake up early tomorrow." A middle-aged man showed up at the door.
"Yes, aba." She answered.
"Come on, Logi. Let's go to bed. It's time for us to continue our adventure in fairyland." She hugged him tight, slowly closing her eyes, and her dreams took her back to fairyland.
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Short Story"I am okay, sweetheart," he said, "Sometimes in life, when someone leaves, it does not mean they are gone for good or that it is the final goodbye, they will always be here." He tapped his heart with his right hand, "Here, inside our very heart, the...
