Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a young man named Peter. He didn't have much, he lived in a poor hut with his parents. He was often hungry, in tattered clothes, but he always had a smile on his face. As if glued to his face, his smile shone from morning to night. The villagers looked at him like he was crazy.
"How can he laugh when his life is such a mess." They talked among themselves. They often asked him that themselves. He would just smile and reply, "As long as there is hope, I will laugh."
"This man must be crazy. Believing there is hope is like believing in fairy tales." Some of the people would speak.
Peter would just smile enigmatically and continue walking across meadows and fields, until he reached a small house. There, like every day, a girl was waiting for him.
"You came." She would happily say.
"I am, Hope."
Then she would run into his arms and kiss him. She was the hope he told people about, and as long as he had her, Peter was happy and needed nothing more in his life.

#writco #writcoapp #Writing

© All Rights Reserved