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Thursday, July 31, 2008
Just a boy Part One
His dusty blue eyes were downcast as he held his aunt's hand. His smooth brown hair was cropped short, revealing his creamy white forehead. His aunt was talking to a man, her beautiful face stern. After a while, she dragged the little boy away with her, leaving the forlorn looking man behind. Peeking shyly over his shoulder, the tiny boy waved at the man with a small hand. The man smiled and waved his fingers back at the boy. His aunt noticed, and pulled him through the store as fast as she could go. Barging through the doors, she thrust the little boy into the car. She drove fast, and skidded into the driveway. Dragging him through the doors, she slammed it behind her and slapped him full across the face. "I never want to see you so much as look at that man again, do you hear me?"
The little boy gingerly touched his stinging cheek, and whispered, "But that man said he wanted to take care of me."
The woman began to strike him with hard hands. "That's because he pities me! He knows how horrible it is to take care of a wretched thing like you! But he doesn't want you either! I'm at least nice enough to take you in! I'm kind enough to give you room and feed you! I'm your real family, you understand? That man is no one! Forget him!"
When she at last stood panting above the little boy sprawled on the ground, she kicked at his shin and demanded, "Answer me!"
In a quiet voice that sounded more broken than anything else, he whispered, "Yes aunt. You're right, aunt. I'm sorry to be so rude aunt."
Her shoulders relaxed. "That's right. Now go to bed."
Painfully the child picked his bruised self off the floor, and limped upstairs where he fell on his bed and laid with his eyes closed, tears leaking slowly out of the cracked glass that was his heart.
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