Nostalgic Walk
Their worries manifested in apprehensive expressions. But Mathew was adamant. His decision had been made. He would see Nia. “Open the gate,” he said to the caretaker holding the keys, his voice steady, unwavering. Stepping onto the worn path leading to Nia’s enclosure, memories flooded Mathew. Each step was a callback to a time when life was simpler, filled with shared moments of joy and camaraderie with Nia.
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