The morning came as usual. And it was the sound of the birds chirping that managed to wake up the slumbering tribal chief. But although the day was the same and the sun rose just like yesterday, something was different.
The main difference was, of course, in our tribal chief himself. It was not something physical like a hair change, but a mental shift. A shift perceived only by the smile on his lips.
However, in his mind, one can say a large shift had occurred, as today, the one waking up would no longer be considered Alexander but Zuri instead. Of course, the young chief had not gotten his soul swapped back with the original. But he did, however, finally accept who he was now and embrace it. He may not be the real Zuri, but he put it to heart to be the best one there is. Not just for Azuri and her family but even for the dead Zuri. He did not know Zuri, but he liked to believe that she would have wanted for her family to be happy rather than saddened over her death.
