I was running breathlessly towards my home with the packet of the magic powder closely hugging my bosom and money from the mothers’ purse in the other hand. It was the green crisp Note, the money note which made me Jacob, the rich brat! I reached the house and on my tip toes went upstairs…
I left home and bright sunshine greeted me. It was a young spring day full of life. I smiled and walked my way towards the Lake, the lonely one. It became a daily habit of mine to start my day with this Lake. Karl and Marla are divorced now. I stay with my sister Rebo…
He climbs down the stairs, two at a time like playing sun, moon, land, stars and in seconds he is out of the door and makes his flight back to the lakeside. After 10 minutes of his nonstop running, he is finally there and completely out of breath, he rolls over the ground breathing heavily and looking towards the kids lifts his hand up to grab him. All the four pick him up.
Previously on the Lost Lake, you read about a child who became the victim of domestic violence. His parents are undergoing a bad relationship phase and as a result Dave, the child is beaten up which changes his little mind to run away and never come back. His little sister is way too small to be left alone in the house with fights and remorse. Karl and Marla, his parents are up to no good and the child falls prey to drugs.
Marla with Money and Standard to Live a luxurious Lifestyle was never thinking to stop with her Ambitions to outgrow the intelligence in her field. Two years passed away in the hustle while Karl became reluctant towards ignorance of Marla. He shut down his emotions and feelings by keeping himself engaged with various business dealings,he started staying outdoors most of the time. Meanwhile Marla got pregnant with Dave.
He still remembers when he saw Little Rebo, bundle of joy and cuteness. Rebo was adopted when he was Five. He loved Rebo and played all day long, someone to cherish his presence. Rebo came to live with Dave ever since and bond was beyond imagination.
Dave sobs continued, she went to him and putting her little hands over the bruises, and stared at the blood dripping from the cuts. Dave kept crying looking out of the window and saw his dad leave in the car.Wiping the tears the little girl sat beside Dave and stared at him. Dave hugged the little sister in the white beautifully furnished and painted house, wishing to be Home one day.
She Slapped me, My eyes suddenly shifted from her smile to the concrete pavement of the road. Holding my cheek with my hand I looked at her.She has folded her arms in rage.I saw at her face she was annoyed looking at me.
A warm hand at my shoulders brought me back there, I turned around and saw her face Smiling like a . . . . I don’t have words. My lips were open in dismay. My eyes were red in surprise. I did not blink for an hour. I guess I was not breathing either. Everything stopped. That moment, that moment stopped. Time stopped. I saw her.
Have you ever asked the question “why do bad things happen to good people?” Or (even more confusingly) “why do good things happen to bad people?” Often we just throw our hands up and say “life’s not fair!” However, this is an incorrect statement because life indeed is fair. We all create our realities using the same…