Harry was born and raised in a family of overachievers and confident individuals. His family members excelled in their respective fields, guided by a motto that emphasized seizing opportunities created through rigorous preparation. They understood the importance of making a difference in others' lives.
Despite this, Harry maintained a good relationship with his family members, even though he was not an overachiever or a genius. Deep down, he felt that they interacted with him out of pity, offering a few kind words each day to spare his feelings.
After completing high school, Harry initially thought he would follow in his father's footsteps, a distinguished naval officer of high rank. His mother served as a government official, representing their country in foreign lands. His siblings were also accomplished; one excelled in neurosurgery, considered a genius by many, and aimed to expand his expertise further.
However, Harry's younger sibling displayed signs of business acumen, which left him pondering his own strengths. He considered sports but found his talents limited to friendly or less-trained competition. He set aside that path and contemplated an academic one.
With his logical thinking discarded in the rivalry he perceived with his siblings, Harry pondered becoming an engineer or architect, believing these were his only options. He eventually chose engineering, relying on his strong mathematics background, with uncertainty about whether this decision was the right one.
Two years later...
Harry sat at his desk, eyes locked on his laptop screen with intense concentration. His fingers flew across the keyboard, entering credentials, and glancing at the digital clock. It read 9:55 AM. He muttered to himself, "Just a few more minutes."
At exactly 10:00 AM, Harry hit the enter key. The loading screen gave way to a report card for the entrance exam. In bold letters, it read, "Congratulations, you have topped your division. You can choose any program you like." These words sent him soaring on cloud nine, validating the two years of hard work.
Harry quickly shared the news with his loved ones, who had witnessed his relentless dedication to gaining acceptance into the prestigious university he often spoke of.
Two months later...
Over the past two months, Harry basked in the praises of peers and relatives for his acceptance into the prestigious university. It was the first time he stood at the center of admiration, rather than his siblings.
Today marked the freshmen's party and the beginning of his journey to becoming an esteemed engineer. Lost in thought about his future as a great man, Harry didn't notice the construction work near his house. It was nearly complete, with some wiring remaining. Unbeknownst to anyone, a storm brewed in the sky, with crackling lightning.
Construction workers, aware of the impending storm, hurriedly packed up machinery and instruments. Suddenly, a flash of blue light struck one piece of equipment. Harry, walking toward the metro station, passed by the expensive machinery. Then, all he saw was blue, and his vision faded.
Those nearby witnessed lightning converging on the boy, who had looked up just as a blue flash enveloped him. He vanished without a trace, not even leaving ashes. The thunderclap that followed left only a few fortunate enough to hear it and survive. It seemed as though the lightning was controlled, drawn toward him.
A few days later...
In Harry's home, a somber atmosphere prevailed. Family and friends wore mournful expressions. His mother, devastated, felt the loss more profoundly. She had taken a month off from her government job to spend time with her son before his journey. When she received news of his death, she was in her bedroom. Initially dismissing the distant sound of lightning, she later learned of the incident from her younger daughter. The shock was almost unbearable.
Harry's father, informed by neighbors and onlookers, returned home after two days. Sorting out his responsibilities took time, given his higher rank. When he arrived, he saw the grief-stricken faces of his wife and daughter, both having neither slept nor eaten since the tragic news.
As family members mourned Harry's loss, he remained unaware of their grief. His memories were fuzzy, and he couldn't open his eyes. Vague, indistinguishable murmurs surrounded him, coming from elderly men engaged in hushed conversations.
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