Grandpa!- a four-year-old boy ran into a huge room with panoramic windows. An elderly man with white hair tied in a short ponytail bent over another painting.Without taking his eyes off the portrait of a blond young girl, he said thoughtfully: I just wanted to ask who Aimi was... the boy was awkwardly hovering near one of the paintings and clutching a gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant and an engraving with the name of some stranger. "What kind of Aimee?" The man said irritably, reluctantly looking up from his work. "Her name is written here," the boy held out his hand, clutching the pendant. Noticing the chain in his grandson's hands, the man turned pale abruptly and dropped the brush from his hands.

Grandpa, are you all right?What happened? The boy ran up to his grandfather and started shaking him by the shoulder. But he didn't seem to notice anything at all. His gaze glazed over and went far into the past.On that very cool October day. "Aimi is the princess I lost," the man whispered faintly. That day, Ricky went out early in order to have time to capture the first morning of October in his memory.The leaden sky foreshadowed rain, but this did not bother the artist at all. Sinking into a chair that stood under a huge spreading oak tree, the guy began to make sketches. As soon as the guy touched the paper with charcoal, he heard a whistle. Looking around in search of a bird, he came across a young blonde girl in a yellow dress who was looking at him from behind a low fence.

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