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Nojoum

I did not think I could find here ...
been years since I saw the fountain ..
My usual bench where I stayed for hours reading the newspaper or some new adventure book written by my favorite writer
Ledy Laila
... how many memories and nostalgia ...
And let in stupid-but-
Nojoum memories are here for that strange phone call received today.

-I wonder who was the mysterious voice-
It was a quick phone call so I was not able to understand even if it were a male or a female.
-come to your bench-
said the voice and then he hung up.
now almost two hours that were expected, but even the shadow of the mysterious voice.
I started looking around to kill time.
The white marble fountain that dates back to ancient time, the swans dancing happily on the water surface,
a climbing plant of a thousand flowers purple
tried to cover up what was left of an old arched gate, two
massive oak leaves almost red, which provided shade to my favorite wooden bench ...
Suddenly a blue balloon that hovered a few feet from me, I looked away from my thoughts ..
I grabbed the fly and read the note those who were tied to the cord.
Happy Birthday my sweet Nojoum ...
And behind me raised a cry of joy:
surprise! -

were my best friends with a large cream cake and strawberry in her hand and laid in earth
a big bottle of apple juice, my favorite.
And behind them, like a dream from which I did not want to wake up, there was my sweet and beloved writer Leila
Lady with a beautiful white dress,
and white hair gathered in a sweet pink clip.
I was thrilled at the sight of my muse, I approached her intoxicated by its beauty and its perfume
and when I said happy birthday, he knew who belonged to the mysterious voice.
I could not imagine a better surprise.
before me were the most important people in my life;
Lokum do with his tomboy, dressed for the first time in a very feminine, a complete
red and white with a matching bow in her hair, was seen that was a bit 'awkward to move in those clothes. Fafa
, always beautiful with its colorful dresses and all its sweet blonde pigtails ... she does not know to be the most beautiful in the country Cami
always sweet and tender that helped Grotty, beauty and darkness to hold a gigantic cake.
And finally my hero, my favorite sweet and wonderful writer.
I could not expect a surprise like that.
I was happy to spend my birthday that he loved the people
world.And after many thanks, many laughs, a bite of cake and a glass of apple juice. The Sweet Lady Laila
read us one of his tales of adventure.
... it was an unforgettable day ...