FATED TO HATE YOU

ar-old with dreams as vast as the sky above, skipped unaware of the things happening. She moved through the

marketplace, Emily haggled for fruits from the vendor."Emily, my dear, you a

oes and ripe bananas, the kind that tas

have a way with words, Emily. Here,

cent of ripening mangoes and the lively chatter of the m

ts, said, "There you go, my dear. Enjo

d, "Thank you! Your fruit

t lost in her own thought of ho

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of youth, echoed through the air, painting a st

usual hues of the setting sunone painted the landscape in warm t

lingered, and a smile played on my lips. I savored the echoes of laughter shared

ries. The warmth of their friendship transcended borders, and i help

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the evening sun, I heard the dista

ughter, my dad's hearty voice, and her younger brother's energetic anecdotes. They had re

y senses.I hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to join them. I descended the stairs, m

ed her first. "Emily, darling, you decided to joi

time alone, but I'm here

ed, "Oh, it was splendid! You should have seen

exaggerate, dear. It w

erjected, "Em, you missed out on the amazin

xt time, save me a pi

y should I?" He question

osphere shifted from the formalities of the

party, mimicking colleagues and playfully imitating their dad's dance moves. Laughter

approached me gently. "Sweetheart, is everyt

otin. "I've just been thinking about my time at camp this summer. It was i

uine interest. "Tell us more!

kies, the camaraderie with friends from different corners of the

y, captivated by the vivid ta

as we loved the camp, the food was a whole different adventure. I'm co

training at a summer camp

stories, but when it came to meals, it was a different story. We'd get these tiny p

, "Tiny portions?

those small portions look like a feast. Gracie, my friend from Turkey, was a master at it

s like a challenge. What was the m

ie turned it into a gourmet dish, arranging the rice in a heart shape and the beans