NSUKKA

The road to Nsukka as high in the sky when Jyoti and Daniel raised the bus to Nuska. The upcoming trip took several hours and the road ended endlessly in front of them. Jyoti brought his head to the window and saw it when the world ended with shades of green and brown. Nsukka was where her mother loved to talk. Here she studied where she met Jyoti's father and where many parts of her story developed. Now, Jyoti has gone there – not only stepped into her mother's footsteps, but she also revealed what Veronica had left behind. Daniel stopped her. "You were calm. Are you nervous? I don't know what to find."

" Maybe you don't need to know," he said. "Sometimes you need to see where the streets lead you." She saw him. "You made it ring."

he laughed. "This is because I have no expectations, but they rethink everything.

"

She twisted her eyes, but a slight smile played on her lips.

Maybe he was right.

Arrivals to the University

When they arrived at Nuska, the sun began to dive behind the hills and throw golden lights into the city. The university was proudly in my heart, and its gates opened like a door to the past. Jyoti stepped her carefully, and her heart hammered.

Her mother walked these paths, sat in these classrooms, living her life here long before Jyoti could be thought of in her head. She felt like an intruder in the story she was. But Daniel wasn't hesitant. "Now where did you start?"

444 Jyoti pulled out the list. One of the

Objects stood out.

Please take a look at the library I spent every day. She smiled quietly. "Let's start there."

Hidden Message

The library was huge, with rows of bookshelf lined up. Jyoti wandered through her, her fingers staying on the spines of an old book.

Somewhere in this room, Veronica once sat, reading, dreaming, and writing.

When she moved to the exam area, she noticed something – an engraved message about one of the wooden switches.

Your breath is pulled.

"Veronica was here. 1999."

She drove her fingers over the sculpture. She could almost see how her mother sat here, scribbled and lost in my heart. On her neck. "She always did that."

But was it all there? Or did you find more?

With a new resolve, she continued her search.

Her mother left her path.

and Jyoti will follow him.

Past

As Echojoti hiked deep into the library at Nusukka University, the scent of old paper and dust filled the air. The wooden shelf stretched high above her and housed thousands of books – unaffected for many years. But in an infinite volume of knowledge, she was looking for more than one word. She chased her fingers on the wooden desk her mother once carved. "Veronica was here. 1999." It was a very simple message, but it kept it very heavy. "Do you think she stayed behind a bit?" asked Daniel and stood next to her.

Jyoti Exhaled. "I don't know, but I have to find the

that your mother had previously given us the information.

Determines that she has approached the next librarian. The next librarian, an elderly man with glasses on the edge of his nose. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I'm looking for information about a former student. Her name was Veronica Okafor. She learned here in the late 1990s. "

The librarian raised an eyebrow but nodded. "We keep records and archives of old students. But if you're looking for personal objects, that's rare. "

" I just think... she left something," Jyoti admitted. He studied them for a moment before a friendly smile. "Come with me."

The sobs on your neck.

Daniel gently pulled the book out of his hand and scanned the aisle. "She's spoken about you."

Jyoti wiped her eyes. "She didn't even know me."

"But she knew that love would not end," he said quietly. "She knew that her story would continue."

Jyoti closed her eyes and pressed the book against her chest.

Her mother's story was not over yet.

It was still written – through this trip, through every step she took to understand Veronica's life.

And maybe... maybe that meant she could stop looking for closure.

Maybe she just had to move forward.

Dorms for the period

Librarian gave Jyoti the lead before she went – the location of her mother's old dorm.

With Daniel, she went across campus to students. The building had matured, and the walls had weathered over time, but they were still solid.

Her heartbeat as she climbed the stairs.

"Are you sure?" asked Daniel.

She nodded. "I just have to... see where she lived."

They once reached their mother's door. It was allocated for a long time, but Jyoti knocked anyway.

Answers the young woman, and her expression is very curious. "Yes?"

Jyoti hesitated. "I know this is a strange request, but my mother lived in this room. I wondered if I could only see it for a moment.

" The students' eyes widened. "Wait... are you Veronica's daughter?"

Jyoti was surprised. "Did you know you?"

The girl shook her head immediately. "No, but my aunt did that. She was her roommate.

" Jyoty replaced the stunning look with Daniel.

The girl came aside. "Please come in."

Wall Memories

The room was small but it felt... trusted. Jyoti drove his hands on a wooden desk, just as he imagined his mother once studied. The beds were now different, but the rooms still reflected past echoes.

A girl named Chinyere pulled out the phone. "My aunt always talks about Veronica. Wait and let me call.

" Jyoti had little time to deal with what had happened before the older woman's voice filled the room.

"Veronica's daughter?"

Jyoti swallowed hard. "Yes. My name is Jyoti." Your mother was one of the best people I ever knew. It's full of life and dreams.

" Jyoti sat down and reached the phone. "How was it back then?" "She was fearless," the laughing woman said. "Always chase something – knowing, adventure, meaning. She believed that life should live without regrets.

" Jyoti closed her eyes. It sounded like a woman she knew. "She was always talking about her future," the woman continued. "She wanted to be a doctor, but she wanted to help more people. She decided to leave a trace in the world.

" Jyotis Neck gets worse. "She did that." The woman sighed again. "I wish she had more time,"

"Me too," whispered Jyoti.

There was a short break before the woman spoke again. "She left you something, you know."

Jyotis Heart stopped. "What?"

"I have an old box. She asked me to keep it. She said it was intended for her future child. I didn't know if she had it before.

" Jyoti felt as if the air had been pushed out of her lungs. "Where is it? "

"I still have it. If you want it, you have to visit me.

" Jyoti didn't hesitate. "Give me the address. I'm there."

An hour later, the mother arrives at a small house in the suburbs, and the final gift of her mother

. A mature woman in the middle with warm eyes greeted her at the door.

She led her and handed Jyoti a small wooden box.

"It belonged to your mother."

jyotis handentate the the. The wood was smooth and the edges were worn over time. She opened the lid carefully.

The interior was a collection of letters, photographs and small necklaces with delicate charm.

She took one of the letters and developed it.

"To my future child" has begun.

Jyotis Catch.

Her mother had written letters to her before she was born.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she read.

"I don't know who they will become. I don't know what you will love, what you dream of, what you will become. But I know that – you will be extraordinary. You always have my love. Even if I'm not there to watch you grow up, you know you're my biggest adventure.

" Jyoti placed the letter on his chest and sobbed his body.

Daniel pressed her hand. "She always believed in you."

Jyoti wiped his tears and looked down at the box. Veronica's love, her hopes, her dreams for a daughter she had never seen before, it was full of works and suddenly Jyoti

Her mother did not leave her.

She was always with her. Jyoti felt a bit as the new beginning of left the house.

She was looking for a closure.

But now she understood.

Nothing was over in her mother's history.

It was something that could be pushed forward.

And when she had the box nearby, she knew –

She was no longer in her mother's footsteps.

She finally went her own way.