* He had forgotten me *

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Saama ~ POV

I stop at the white wooden gate and low black fence around the garden of the house that we all had shifted to. I grab the round hinge and pull it upward as the lock twist open. I gave it a gentle push to the inside and step onto the burgundy mix beige patio stone path that is now filled with whiteness at the edges.

I look up at the three-level contemporary Mediterranean house which is Ali Uncle's new house

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I look up at the three-level contemporary Mediterranean house which is Ali Uncle's new house.

I look up at the three-level contemporary Mediterranean house which is Ali Uncle's new house

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The vintage lighting gives the house a sense of warmness. My room is to the left with a mini patio. Where this morning, when the clouds were devouring me, and apparently the lights are off but meanwhile to the right there is also a mini patio to the room had lights on and little movement could be seen.

Before stepping onto the three marble flights. I stamp my feet to get rid of snow. When I felt like I can now go. I step the three flights up to the tall french door. I pull the door to the outside cold air and a vast living room welcomes me.

 I pull the door to the outside cold air and a vast living room welcomes me

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I leave my boots and slip into the house slipper in the foyer. In the foyer of the house, there is hanging an expensive Italian glass chandelier. There is a circular staircase on each side of the chandelier that joins at the half body of the hanging chandelier. From my vocal point, you can see the panel windows where the black curtains are hanging.

I walk toward the left circular staircase up to my room to pray my asar prayer. I take two steps at a time to quickly get over with. The marble makes a sound against my slippers that doesn't bother me anymore.

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