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The stroll back to the farmhouse was joyful, Ali and Mona basking in the light of Grandfather’s happiness. After the three of them chattered through their meal and tea and rested a while, Grandpa suggested another walk to appreciate the setting sun in the backdrop of clouds nestling against the mountaintop.Mona took in the beauty of the valley as the grazing animals moved toward home. She felt a kinship with them, knowing the soothing peace that comes only from relaxing at home at the end of the day. As the happy notes of the shepherd’s flute faded into the distance, her soul was content. Grandpa stopped walking after a time, considering the beauty of the setting sun. “Let me tell you a story.” He motioned for them to sit on an outcropping of rocks. “The two of you will be the first to hear this and, most likely, the last.” He sat across from the curious pair, settling himself carefully. He released a long breath and said: “It is here I met my Nada,” he said. “She was picking flowers from this valley. Her face shone with greater beauty than the blossoms she held.” Grandpa paused to regard a graceful bird flying alone in the light of the dying sun. Mona noted the similarities between the two – the freespirited bird and her brilliant grandfather. “'Hello!' I said to that lovely girl. She looked at me with annoyance, as though I had disturbed her. 'Yes?' she inquired, undoubtedly wondering why I, a strange youth, was speaking to her. Words escaped me in the face of her radiant beauty, so I awkwardly blurted out the first words that came to me –'thank you for being so beautiful!' She smiled and the whole universe smiled with her.” Grandpa gazed at the sky, lost in memories. The sun sank into its rest, deep within the universe, drawing Grandfather further into his contemplative state. “True love is known throughout history to have a certain element of mystery, and the story of lost love touches the heart of every hearer.” Grandpa remarked, pondering. After a moment he shook himself, returning to his storytelling. “So I was telling you about my beautiful girl, my Nada.” He said with a faraway smile. “I believe I fell instantly in love with Nada, but I had other dreams as well and I left this beautiful village in pursuit of them.” “Grandpa, you believe you were in love? Were you not sure?” Mona asked. When we met, I thought I was in love, but I was not. I was transfixed by her beauty, I was captivated by her smile, and I couldn’t see her love because I was blinded by ambition. Now, with age and wisdom, after growing to know her, I can truthfully confess that I will always be in love with her.” Grandpa replied. Years had graced his lost love. “What happened Grandfather?” Ali asked, leaning forward, fascinated. Page | 22