UNFINISHED STORIES

Jyoti was awakened to the dark glow of her mother's old room, staring at the ceiling. The journal was next to her, and his side was filled with dreams, hopes, and the continued whispers of women she understood. She followed the handwriting with her fingertips, as if she could find herself through ink. A mother, a dreamer, a girl with a big plan that never really turned out to be true.

But the thoughts continued to nibble at her - an entry about love.

"Sometimes I think I've already met someone I love forever. Maybe he doesn't know yet. Maybe not."

The words felt unfinished like an unresolved story. Did she talk about Jyoti's father? Or was there more?

She sighed, wrapping the leaf around another side, trying to calm her understanding of Lace.

"2. February 1999.

"I have a boy. He makes me laugh when I don't want to. He understands me in a way that I don't think is impossible. But love is complicated. Life is complicated. And I'm afraid. "

Jyoti sat down and she breathed. A boy?

Your mother never mentioned anyone. Did she love someone in front of her father?

Her pulse accelerated. There were so many she didn't know. The next morning

Jyoti found an Ifeama in the kitchen and quietly became a hot topic when they prepared breakfast. The aroma of fried cooked bananas filled the air and I stirred up the warmth in the jyoti. Memory - Her mother cooks the same plate and sings under her breath. Ifeoma turned and smiled. "Did you slept well?"

Jyoti hesitated. "I... I have a question."

Ifeoma Expression Soft. "Children, kids."

Jyoti took a deep air. "Did your mother love someone in front of her father?"

The older woman and her eyes were clouded with unreadable things.

"You found your journal, right?

Jyoti nodded.

Ifeome sighed, and wiped her hands on the cloth before she sat down. "Yes, there was someone. His name was David." Name sent a wave of curiosity by Jyoti. David. A name she's never heard before.

"Who was he?"

Ifeoma smiled in a story. "He was your mother's first love. They met in secondary school. He was calm, but wonderful, and his notebooks were always outlined. Veronica worshiped him. "

Jyotis Heart was thrilled. "What's wrong?"

"Life happened. He wanted to study abroad and study your mother... well, she had her own dreams. They parted ways, but I don't think she really forgot him.

" Jyoti swallowed hard. Her mother had an entire love story she never told before her for the rest of her life.

She packed a diary in her lap. "Do you know where he is now?"

Ifeama hesitated. "I lost contact with him years ago, but if you really want to know, you might find the answer to the university. They were once again connected at Nuska.

" Jyoti saw his father just entering the kitchen. He looked carefully, as if he had enough sound to understand.

"Jyoti," he said carefully: "Some stories should stay in the past."

She met his eyes. But it wasn't just the past. It was her mother's story. And now, it was her too.

"I have to know," she said.

Her father exhaled, but nodded.

And only your trip took another unexpected turn. University of Nigeria, NSUKKA

Campus has been expanded and is full of students who have gone to class. Jyoti felt the strange feeling of postponement – her mother once walked the same way and sat in the same classroom.

She approached the old library. The building smelled of aged paper and dust, and she drove her fingers along the wooden shelves, wondering if her mother had once stood at this point.

She approached the reception. "I'm sorry, but do you have any records about former students? Since the late 90s?

"

Librarian, an elderly man wearing thick glasses frowned. "We need to check the archives."

Jyoti nodded. "And... do you know anyone named David who studied here during this time?"

The man's eyebrows frowned. He then snapped with his finger. "Yeah! What about David Nwosu?" "Yes, can I find him?" place.

She had a new goal.

And she did not turn back.