This is my story! hope you like it!
The rain came pouring down on a humid afternoon in New York. Drop by drop it splashed onto the paved sidewalks by the bus stop. There a little boy sat. he had his arms around his legs and his head pressed against his knees. His short black hair was drenched with the water as it streamed down his body. He herd loud clanking sound coming toward him. He looked up and saw a tall figure. As it walked closer to him he saw the long hair swaying from one side to the other. Once the figure reached his spot, it leaned down and picked him up. He looked into the figures large eyes and knew who this was. This was his mother.
“I was so afraid I would never see you again” she said as water rolled down the thin face. He wasn’t sure if they were tears or the rain. His mother fell to her knees and hugged the boy with a tight grip. “Lets go home” he said in a whisper as she smiled “lets go home.”
She sat him on the counter and put a Band-Aid over the cut he had on his right cheek, under his eye. “You have nothing to worry about” his mother said as she sat down next to him “The police are looking for him, right now.” The little boy, Julius had been taken about 8 months ago. Just disappeared. People said he ran away because of his mother. She was hard on him a lot, but she was a only parent after her husband had left her. Julius helped her around the house when he could, after all he was only 9. “What happened on your way home from school, Julius?” His mother kept asking him, but he would just stare off, as if he was waiting for something. The psychologist didn’t help either. He would just sit, and stare. Occasionally he would get up and walk to the other side of the room.
“is there anything you can do doctor?” his mother asked desperately. The doctor would always reply “Its post dramatic stress order. There is nothing I can do.”
Day after agonizing day his mother would watch him. She would show him family photographs, play music, and read to him out loud. In the photo album, when she would get to a picture of his father, his eyes would get big. He had always wanted a dad. One day, just like every other day when Julius’s mom was looking at the photographs Julius did something his mom never though he could, after that accident. When they got to the picture of his father he pointed and said “him…him…” His mother gazed upon him in astonishment. “what was that Julius?” “He…he…” “what about him Julius?”
“He took me…”
To Be Continued!
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