There was a small, beautiful town in the city of Elmhurst called Sapphire. Every morning began with the sound of birds, a glowing sun, and heartwarming nature. The town had small houses, and the people lived healthy, peaceful lives. There was a farm full of animals, and the townspeople cared for them as if they were their own children. A beautiful river ran through the town, surrounded by colorful flowers and tall, green trees.Waseem, a 17-year-old boy, lived there with his family his father, mother, younger sister Anaya 14 years, and his cousin Ayaan, also 17. Ayaan, the son of