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“For My Brother”The church bells rang softly that morning — not for a wedding, but for a funeral.Two brothers had walked...
05/11/2025

“For My Brother”

The church bells rang softly that morning — not for a wedding, but for a funeral.

Two brothers had walked through life side by side, mirrors of each other in every way. Ethan and Aaron — identical twins, bound by blood, bound by something deeper than words.

They grew up sharing everything: the same toys, the same dreams, even the same heartbeat, it seemed. But there was one thing they didn’t share — Claire.

Claire had chosen Aaron. She loved the way he smiled at her like the whole world stopped moving. Ethan never told anyone how it felt, watching his brother marry the woman he quietly loved. He buried that feeling deep, out of loyalty.

Then came the war.
Only one of them came home.

Aaron’s last words, whispered through labored breaths, were meant only for Ethan:

“Promise me… you’ll take care of Claire. Don’t let her be alone. She needs you. Please, brother… promise me.”

And Ethan did.

Months passed. Claire was a shadow of herself — her laughter gone, her eyes always searching the horizon. Ethan visited often, fixing things around the house, helping her with bills, comforting her when the silence got too heavy.

They both pretended it was just kindness — but grief has a way of pulling hearts closer.

One rainy evening, she whispered, “Sometimes when I see you, I forget he’s gone.”

Ethan’s heart broke, and healed, all at once.

Love grew slowly, painfully, between them — not out of betrayal, but out of shared loss. When he finally asked her to marry him, his voice trembled.

“Aaron told me to take care of you. He told me… to never let you be alone.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Then promise me,” she said softly, “we’ll honor him by living — not by mourning forever.”

So they married, not in joy, but in remembrance. Every year, on the day Aaron died, Ethan placed two rings on the grave — his own and Claire’s — a symbol that even in love, his brother was never forgotten.

And sometimes, when the wind moved through the trees just right, Ethan swore he could hear Aaron’s voice whispering:

“Thank you, brother.”

The Long Way HomeRain drizzled softly on the quiet streets as a small golden puppy named Buddy shivered under an old woo...
05/11/2025

The Long Way Home

Rain drizzled softly on the quiet streets as a small golden puppy named Buddy shivered under an old wooden bench. His fur, once fluffy and bright, was now damp and matted with mud. Just that morning, he had been chasing butterflies in the garden, his tiny paws kicking up dust as his little tail wagged with joy. But one curious leap over the fence had turned into an adventure he never expected — he was lost.

Buddy whimpered softly, his dark eyes scanning the unfamiliar road. Cars zoomed past, puddles splashing at his feet. He wanted to bark, to call out for the girl who always hugged him tight — Lila. Her voice was his favorite sound in the world.

He remembered her laughter as she tied a blue ribbon around his neck. “Now you look like a brave explorer,” she had said. Buddy wanted to be brave, but now all he felt was scared.

Night fell, and the streetlights flickered on. Buddy wandered aimlessly, following the faint scent of baked bread from a nearby bakery. The kind baker spotted him at the door, shivering. “Oh, poor thing,” the man said, wrapping him in a towel and giving him a bit of warm milk. Buddy wagged his tail gratefully, licking the man’s hand — but when the door opened again, he ran out into the night. He had to keep going. He had to find Lila.

Hours turned into days. Buddy followed his instincts — the smell of the flowers from the park, the sound of the river near his home, the distant bark of a dog he used to hear through the fence. Step by step, paw by paw, he retraced his world.

Finally, one golden afternoon, Buddy trotted up a familiar hill. His heart pounded as he saw the red roof of his house. He barked — once, twice — and then louder, his voice echoing down the street.

The front door flew open. “Buddy!” Lila cried, tears spilling down her cheeks as she ran to him. She scooped him up, burying her face in his wet fur. Buddy wagged his tail so fast it blurred, licking her face over and over.

“You came home,” she whispered.

Buddy nuzzled into her neck. He didn’t understand the words, but he knew the feeling — warmth, love, and safety.

He was home.

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26/11/2023

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