"Daddy, I want a puppy for my birthday, I'm older now, I'll be ten in a week" I announced over dinner one evening, agitated.My birthday was a few days away and I knew I would be getting presents from mom and dad, I had longed for a puppy for as long as I could remember but Dad always said;

Letting go was really tough for Michael. Cynthia had been his life, his everything. When he met her, she completely changed his world, but he has realized that no matter how much he missed her and no matter how deeply he loved her, he could not hold onto her forever, he could not keep hurting forever.

The diary, with its faded floral cover was buried beneath a stack of old novels and books, the ones she thought Camille loved so much. Diane could perceive her subtle lavender scent in the air. Six months had passed since her disappearance. TV interviews, police reports, missing posters, and dashed hopes for six months. In her daughter's room, Diane sat on the floor, only allowing the curtains half-drawn to let in the fading light. Camille's books, laughter, and lotions were still there as she opened the diary with shaking hands.

"All my life I'm listening to people, I don't know why I'm always listening to people." The little mouse complained as he paced to and fro the room.Jumat, the little master of the house watched in amusement as he sat quietly by the wooden door leading to his Mom's room, holding unto his slingshot. The 8-year-old who was born mute loved taking game like rabbit, quail and squirrel, so each year, his Dad included a new slingshot in his birthday presents.

Hello, everyone. I’m @caramel10 and I’m glad to be a part of this wonderful community, which I was introduced to, by @edith-4angelseu. I joined the Hive community a while ago and it’s a privilege to not just be a member, but to share with you all an unforgettable event that has remained stuck in my memory and left an indelible mark.

"Another wallflower night, another lonely night," Riya muttered to herself as she stared at her reflection in the window and tugged at the hem of her flowery gown. Riya was from a well-to-do home and everyone in town knew about her and her family. Her father, Sir Dumelo was a great philanthropist; her mother, Mrs Elizabeth was a healthcare professional and Riya was their only child until they finally had a set of twins twelve years later. Riya received all the love, affection and monetary gifts anyone would want but still, a part of her felt empty.