I carried my heavy feet up the damp cement stairs. Everything was happening as well as soon. I pictured my little boy... sitting by the window... watching... wait for his mother to walk through the rusty door. I squeezed my eye tightly, trying not to think about it. Hot, salty divide stained my discolored face. With the little breath I had left, I pushed my dead body up the last f dispirit of stairs.
Pushing the heavy door open, I piece myself on top of an apartment building. A warm gust of air flattened my ratty, dirty-blonde hair and the powerful curls against my scared expression as the wind whispered terminology unknown.
Now my tears were freely making their way down my massive swollen face. I could taste the salty tears on my sealed lips. I peered over the big drop that do the sky endless. A slight shiver covered my body.
I bent over and took of my heels. My grubby feet burned on the hot top, and I raised my feet up to the wall. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Slowly, I turned around and found myself facing a ledge. I found myself staring into the or so gorgeous, loving, deep blue eyes. Dont cry... he needs you. I knew the right way off that he was talking about my little boy.
He was probably still sitting on the stained window seat all alone. I motivationed to pull away, but the eyes held me so lovingly that I couldnt move. I reached y dirty hand and while shaking, I touched the balmy curls, which surrounded a golden face. From out of his rosy lips, he told me not to be frightened, and I wasnt! I am here to help you, his light heavenly voice replied to the question that raced through...
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