#howdidwegethere?

So I was feeling a little ✨creative✨ today. Please enjoy as you like!

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Naturally, Isabella had her doubts.

Sure the girl was often seen as a confident leader competent in the most stressful elements to pull herself and others together through guidance and motivation, not to mention her already cheerful aura.

But just like any human, she too could have her doubts, especially about a particular figure.

 The triangle-headed boy plagued her mind (how could he not? She still always found him so acute!) Not to mention her best friend.

Regardless if he did return feelings or not, she will always be there for him through and through, but for now, with her crush still harboring and no sign of rejection in sight, she still had her chances..right?

A shiver crept upon her, interrupting the uncomfortable thoughts as she rubbed her bare arms as the faint cheery music played in the background.

Right she was in the ice cream parlor.

“They ran out of strawberry ice cream today; thankfully, I got the last one for you, though; wow! I guess the flavor is super popular!.”

She smiled at her freckled red-headed friend, his chuckle rubbing the back of his head.

“Hey, it’s no issue thanks for paying for the ice cream anyways and suggesting we should go out; I feel cooler in here already!”

“Ah, no problem; with everyone unable to hang out today and Ferb insisting he was busy (oh, the lies), I thought it was a nice treat... Speaking of that, now I know just what to do about this ice cream shortage issue….”

As she enjoyingly listened to his rambling plans regarding the subject manner of the ice cream, Whether it was unintentional or not, such a statement made the raven-headed girl blush.  

There about Middle school-aged now, and panging doubts continued to terrorize her feelings towards him, but she couldn’t deny she still liked him.

So why should she be dwelling on these doubts? Why not enjoy what is present in front of her now?

Future isabella can deal with these “doubts” why not make a move today to humor herself a bit.

“Phineas, it’s okay. I appreciate your ideas, and I’m willing to participate in them later, but for now, we could always share?”

His reaction seemed normal at the notion, face lighting up and the smile she grew to love so much. The only exception was the slight rosy shade that grew on his cheeks.

“Great Idea. Let me go grab a spoon.”

Abruptly, he jumped out of his seat and went to the counter again to make the request.

Maybe he was excited to share ice cream with his best friend or just part of his happy-go-lucky nature.

Or the wishful portion of her thought it was a shy way to cover his developing emotion towards her, perhaps of mutual pining?

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Wardo Mohamud Yusuf walked for two weeks with her 1-year-old daughter on her back and her 4-year-old son at her side to flee Somalia’s drought and famine. When the boy collapsed near the end of the journey, she poured some of the little water she had on his head to cool him, but he was unconscious and could not drink.

She asked other families traveling with them for help, but none stopped, fearful for their own survival.

Then the 29-year-old mother had to make a choice that no parent should have to make.

“Finally, I decided to leave him behind to his God on the road,” Yusuf said days later in an interview at a teeming refugee camp in Dadaab, Kenya. “I am sure that he was alive, and that is my heartbreak.”