“Memories are like antiques. The older they are, the more valuable the become.”
- Marinela Reka.
72: the lost girl.
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We spent hours trying to find Stella's parents, but we failed to do so. We decided to play with her for a while at six in the afternoon.
"Elias will seek, and we will hide," I pointed at Elias.
Elias started to get along with Stella, and they became friends.
"Where are we going to hide?" I asked Stella, holding her hand as I led her out of Elias' sight.
Stella jumped excitedly. "I don't know!"
I smiled at her excitement, and it warmed my heart to see her like that.
"Come on," I told her. "Let's go and find a place to hide."
We decided to hide behind a bush in the playground.
"Do not answer him when he asks where are we, okay?" I reminded Stella.
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