“Nay, the name is unfamiliar.”

“Indeed, I’m unacquainted.”

Everyone who interacted with him expressed a strong aversion towards the boy. His exposed skin bore several wounds, and he made reference to a girl’s name. Not a single person regarded him as a favorable individual.

Aisha, a name known only to those in the inner sanctum of Millie’s life, was a name that had never echoed through the corridors of her neighborhood.

Unbeknownst to the world, Aisha was the name shared between Millie and the boy, an insignia of an affection kindled from the earliest days of youth.

“pardon me, kind lady, have you perchance crossed paths with Aisha? A soul imbued with kindness, her stature akin to my own,” the boy inquired with unassuming earnestness.

past him, unwavering in

the boy followed in

the faintest inkling of sympathy, the grandmother

no girl named Aisha in this village. Your departure would be

scene, rumors whispering tales of his abrupt departure, a mother’s woes leading

his absence, Millie’s healing journey bore fruit, with her body regaining its former vigor. Guided by her grandmother, she embarked on the journey

Millie and the boy to intersect once more,

I’d like to ask you,” Millie

eyes with her grandmother

photograph you concealed within the

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