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Girl by the Shore

I was leading a perfectly normal life until the storm at the sea devoured my family one night leaving me as the sole survivor. I blamed myself and quit work. I disconnected from everyone and started spending my days by a tiny rocky beach, a hidden gem, my wife and I had stumbled upon during our courtship days.
Everyday I would sit by the same rock looking out into the sea filled with sadness and frustration and everyday, a young girl would come gleefully, trot carefully upto the rocks splashed over by the waves, spread her hands as if embracing the world and sing the same song, whisper a few words and wish me a great day on her way back.
One day, I admonished her at being overly cheerful.
Slightly hurt, she replied, “My parents died at sea when I was fourteen. The wind and waves help me feel them. I am joyous because that’s how I want them seeing me. How would they feel if they saw me sulking here all day stuck up in my life?”
With that she left me feeling intrigued.

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