In the wake of a devastating war that had torn the city apart, Gabu found himself waking up to a world shrouded in darkness, both figuratively and literally. The once bright sunlight that used to filter through his bedroom windows was now blocked by a thick layer of dust, a constant reminder of the destruction that had befallen their once bustling city.
As Gabu struggled to piece together his torn clothes, remnants of a life long gone, he made his way through the skeletal remains of his home. With only two walls standing in what was once their living room, Gabu stepped out onto the desolate streets, his stomach growling in hunger.
With cautious steps, Gabu made his way inside, his heart pounding with anticipation. There, amidst the debris, he found enough food to quiet the gnawing ache in his belly, if only for a little while. But as he turned to leave, something caught his eye—a pair of child's shoes, barely worn, tucked away in a corner.
With a sense of determination, Gabu set out to find the owner of the shoes, his footsteps echoing through the silent streets. But one by one, the faces he encountered turned him away, denying any connection to the lost pair. Desperation gnawed at Gabu's heart as he searched, his hope fading with each passing moment.
It was when he stumbled upon a group of children playing amidst the rubble that he dared to hope again. Breathless, he approached them, his hands clutching the shoes tightly. One by one, he asked each child if the shoes belonged to them, only to be met with a chorus of denials.
Defeated, Gabu was about to turn away when a voice spoke from behind him, a voice filled with longing and sadness. Turning, Gabu found himself face to face with a child, their eyes filled with an old wisdom far beyond their years.
"If you don't find the owner," the child said softly, "can I have the left one?"
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