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Writer/storyteller/singer/student @ Prince Abubakar Audu University
Lokoja, Nigeria
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THE GIRL WHO COLLECTED SUNSET
<p>The Girl Who Collected Sunsets</p><p>Once upon a time, there was a girl named Amara who loved sunsets.</p><p>Every evening, she would sit by her window and watch the sky change—gold, orange, pink, and finally deep purple. She believed every sunset was the sky reminding people that endings could still be beautiful.</p><p>One day, Amara found a tiny glass bottle outside her house. Inside was a note:</p><p>"For the girl who thinks nobody notices her… I do."</p><p>She looked around, but nobody was there.</p><p>The next evening, another bottle appeared.</p><p>"You survived today. I'm proud of you."</p><p>Then another.</p><p>"Don't rush your life. Your story is still being written."</p><p>For weeks, the mysterious bottles appeared. Amara never discovered who left them, but they slowly changed something inside her. She stopped waiting for someone else to prove she mattered.</p><p>She began leaving little notes for herself.</p><p>"You're doing better than you think."</p><p>"You deserve good things too."</p><p>"Keep going."</p><p>Years later, Amara became known as the woman who always smiled at sunsets.</p><p>And whenever someone asked her why, she would simply say:</p><p>"Because I once needed someone to remind me that beautiful things can come after difficult days." 🌅❤️</p><p>And perhaps… that was the whole point of the mysterious bottles.</p>
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