Who Stole My Sorrows?

[A short childhood-friends story, happy ending]

Adults often say that time flows like a song, becoming a river of memories.

But my memories could only be called a little stream.

Still, I know I'm the happiest person in the world.

First-person narration, a rural fairy-tale style, and a story of sibling affection.

I wrote this little story many years ago, and I really love these two kids.

I've revised and reposted it ^^

Theme: May kindness fill the world.