Descriptive Essay About Love

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Layla’s POV:
A smile made its way to my lips as we finally reached the countryside, it stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown and green squares. It always had a unique way of making me feel at peace, the blustering wind, the fresh air, the clear sky, the radiant sun, and the chanting of birds, it all seemed like a hymn sung straight to my soul. Plus, the people there were really simple and honest, never been interested in judging one another, didn’t even give a damn about politics, or had any diplomatic views, they didn’t care about anything that was outside of their little bubble, they dealt with life day by day, and their biggest concern was always getting bread to feed themselves and raising their children peacefully.
I parked the car in front of the house that witnessed the best of my childhood memories, the one I used to spend most of my summers in. I unbuckled my seatbelt with a smile and took a glance at my mother who was smiling at me without muttering a word. “What?” I questioned, looking at her with a smirk on my face,
“Nothing,” She shook her head, the smile never leaving her face. “But, it feels so good to see you smiling again.”
I really hated how much she had to be concerned for me, how she tolerated too many burdens for me especially in the last few days when I was the worst version of myself. My father died when I was in high school, and since that day, she was the only stability I had in this world, the only person who had my back and

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