He sat in the veranda, in the middle of the night, thinking far back to the time when he was young. That time when energy were in his muscles. When youthful blood ran through him, when he wanted to do things that needed energy.

Odani was in his late 80s with a nice shaped nose which betrayed his handsome moderate face.
Lines of old age had taken a big hold of him, he remembered his wife and children. The noisy night and the moonlight tales.They all enjoyed at those moments.He blamed death but he couldn't do anything about it.
Loneliness has defeated his cold aged heart .His feet grew warm due to the heat of the fire. It was at that moment he realized he had been crying.
But, he couldn't help it. Memories of his children and wife kept on showing up in his mind. The time they went to visit the seas, played at the beach, played on horses, the novels they wrote together about the different places they have visited, his beautiful,
intelligent kids . The picture of his wife Kelly Kept on appearing just like they were real. Her beautiful face which had a nice chin and a rosy pink lips.Her jaws was a part to write of.He felt her nice scents that she always put on surrounding his environs.He felt like hugging her, but, she wasn't there.

The more he thought of this the more he was depressed, broken and down.
Life had been so unfair to him.
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