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Zipporah Nwachukwu Civil engineer @ LADAPA construction company
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging 2 min read
To Be Remembered Is To Be Loved.
<h1><strong>To Be Remembered.&nbsp;</strong></h1><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>In a small coastal town where the sea whispered secrets to the sand, there lived an old man named Elias. He ran a dusty bookshop on the corner of Main Street, where the shelves leaned with age and the bell above the door chimed like a lullaby.</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>Children used to gather in his shop after school, drawn by the scent of old paper and the promise of stories. He had a way of remembering each child’s name, their favorite tales, even their birthdays. But over the years, the town grew up. The children became adults and left for cities where dreams came wrapped in noise and neon.</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>Elias remained. He brewed tea for one and read aloud to the empty room. Each night, he lit a candle in the window—a beacon of warmth for no one in particular.</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>One rainy morning, Elias didn’t open his shop. The bell above the door stayed silent. And by sunset, the whole town knew.</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>At his funeral, the pews overflowed. Adults who once sat cross-legged on his bookshop floor came back with their own children. They told stories of how Elias taught them to read, how he remembered their small joys and sorrows, how his gentle voice made even dragons seem kind.</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>A little girl asked her mother, “Why are so many people here?”</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>Her mother knelt beside her. “Because he loved us. And we remember him.”</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong>And in that quiet, full chapel, Elias lived on—not in flesh, but in memory. And that, after all, was love.. To be Remembered is to Beloved. Don't be deceived when people don't check up on you and claim they love u.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p><p><strong><br></strong></p>

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