No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

There she was, dashing through the ocean waves, reminding me of Ariel from "The Little Mermaid" in her most carefree moments.

Her laughter was infectious, twirling on the crests of the waves as if performing a dance just for the sea itself...

She was stunning, and so full of life.

It was as if she wasn't just a creation of lights, but a real, flesh-and-blood girl, running free among the waves.

I found myself holding my breath, afraid to even blink, worried I might miss a second of this magic. Suddenly, with the crash of a wave, another figure emerged next to her a boy, tall and observing her intently.

She looked back at him, and after a heartbeat, she ran towards him, "Hey, I'm Licia, what's your name?"

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, realizing the girl playing in the waves was me.

"Hey, don't run away..."

"Wait for me..."

The boy stopped, reaching out his hand, and they clasped hands, running together.

"I'm tired, carry me."

"Faster..."

Lying on the boy's back, they danced atop the waves...

My eyes welled up with tears, this was a movie of my childhood created by Ernest with his lights.

It turned out, the dreams I had were not just dreams, they were memories.

"Hey, when I grow up, I'm going to marry you."

"You have to wait for me, don't forget..."

As the scenes shifted, everything became clear to me, Ernest's

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The lights were so beautiful, I felt as though I had stepped into a fairy tale, or returned to my childhood.

In the final moments of the light

show, I saw my parents, just as het

remembered them, embracing

watching me, saying, "Licia,

happy."

I didn't even realize I was crying until the lights dimmed, and I was sobbing uncontrollably.

Ernest wrapped his arms around me, "Your folks are watching. They'd be sad to see you cry."

His words only made the pain sharper.

No one knew how much I missed my parents, I thought I'd never see them again, but Ernest brought them back with Al.

"If you want to say something to them, you can," Ernest's words took me by surprise.

There was so much I wanted to say, but in that moment, I couldn't. Deep down, I knew it was all an illusion.

In the end, I remained silent, just watching them.

I didn't notice the Ferris wheel start moving again, but when it stopped, I saw Conrad stepping out from another cabin.

He walked over, anger in his stride as he flung open the door, "Ernest, get out here."

His tone was harsh, making me look up.

Conrad's eyes softened momentarily, probably shocked by my tears.

But Ernest didn't respond to Conrad's aggression, instead, gently cleaned my tears, his

, "Just take a mom

here."

After stroking my hair, he stepped out of the cabin.

But I reached out, grabbing his hand.

"It's okay," Ernest gently removed my hand, then walked towards Conrad.