Finding Ella (editing)

Finding Ella (editing)

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***************** " Ella? Ella!" I frantically screamed, searching her room with sweat forming on my forehead and tears puffing up my eyes. My baby, the only love I will recieve for years, was no where to be seen. I think I know who wouls have taken her, though.... ***************** Ella. The sound of her tender voice - actually babbling - is soothing. Watching the 2-year-old walk is enjoyable. Her pure blue eyes glimmer in the sunlight. And one day, it's all gone. Ella's parent's get divorced, leaving Ella with her mother and her teenage brother with her father. Her father, furious, wanted Ella, also, and steals her from her mothers home and flees across America. There is a tense, desperate search for the toddler... but there is one question haunting her mother: Is she dead? ****************** In point of view of mother then switches to the father back and forth. ******************
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"Lost Friends To Lovers" Dad told me real love happens once and when it does, never hide your feelings. Too bad, he told me late. I held them and lost her. Until I found her again. Blue-eyed, brown hair. That dimple on the right cheek, it hasn't changed much. Well, she hasn't changed much either. I can feel her body exuding the same warmth as the old times, her innocence still shining bright like it used to. This little surprise is racing my heart even when she is far from me...wait? Far? With her eyes busy finding something in her handbag, she is coming toward me. Me. Is my back erecting? What is she doing here? In a school? Is she my son's teacher? I find myself curious now. But then, she takes a seat beside me and smiles at the teacher. I can not help but wonder. Is she a parent too? Short Story

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