Chapter 59. Noah’s POV

Everyone is writing their POVs, so I thought I should write mine, too. Be aware! My POV won’t be anything like others. It’s gonna be long and full of revelation. If it was Amy, I would tighten her seat belt and ask her to be ready for the journey of my story. But it’s you; you guys are much smarter than her, and you can fasten your seatbelt yourself, so I’m gonna say, “Tighten your seatbelt and get ready to explore my POV.”

It’s such a long journey; I don’t know where I should begin. So, I’m gonna go chronologically from the first time I have ever seen her.

It was the season of mangoes, and there was a huge mango tree in my grandma’s neighborhood. I love mangoes, not the cold-stored, evergreen hybrid one. The real mangoes, with no chemicals and compromises, completely made and nurtured by nature. So, I climbed the wall to plug out some fresh mangoes from the neighbor beside our home. I was around eight at that time, small but too naughty,