He sat there on that rock crying, tears streaming down his cheeks that was stained from the tears he had already cried. Where was he? How did he get here? How did he find himself in such a predicament? So many questions swimming through his head. And how would he even have answer if he didn’t know what go him here. But most importantly he was just a child.
He sat there by the ground from where he managed to dig himself out. All he could recollect this neighbouring uncle telling him to wait in his house till his mother came. He remembered the uncle giving him something to drink after which he started feeling dizzy. He remembered the uncle making him touch him in a way that made him feel awkward, a way that he didn’t like. He then Madeline touch him and do things against his will and that he didn’t want to do and were painful. He remembered crying and screaming for his mumma. He remembered the uncle putting his hand across his mouth and then all went blank.
When he woke he found himself in the ground. He managed to dig himself out, and tried to find his way back home. But everything was different and unknown and scary. He was scared and cold and didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how he could get back. He didn’t know how long it had been. So he sat there crying, wanting to go home, and away from this strange and scary place, and to his protective arms of his mother. But how could he get away from here?
All of sudden he noticed an orange marigold petal shinning on the ground. He couldn’t help himself and want to pick it up. So he did just that. And just as the first one had appeared, another one appeared, and then the next. Soon there was whole line of marigold petals on the ground, laid like a pathway, leading him from this place, like a carpet, beckoning him to follow it and see where it would go.
So he followed that carpet of marigold, as it lead him out of the forest and on to the streets, past busy highways and down roads and streets. He didn’t know how much he had walked cause he didn’t feel tired at all, he just followed it where it lead him. No one seemed to notice him or the carpet of marigold.
So he followed it, till low and behold it lead him home, to a table where there was just a picture of him and a solitary marigold flower, who’s petals was the one that brought him home. Next to the picture sat his mother, sobbing, her cheeks stained from the tears she had cried, just like he had done for her.
He was so happy to see her. At the very moment he wanted to run and hug her, tell her that he had found his way home, cause he knew he was the reason for her tears. He wanted to wipe away her tears and kiss her tight, he promised he would do as she told him and never take anything from anyone, or go with anyone. But as much as he tried she was out of his reach. He couldn’t understand what had happened to him.
Just then there was a huge commotion outside. The neighbouring uncle was being taken away in chain. His mother seeing him, ran to him and began hitting him, pleading with him to tell her where he had taken her son, but the uncle seemed unfazed by her actions, only giving her a cold blank stare. He didn’t utter a single word despite of all her pleading, totally ignoring her beating and intreating as they dragged him from there.
During all this he wanted to tell his mother he was here with her, he hadn’t gone anywhere. He wanted to hold her tight and wipe her tears, but somehow he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t understand why. So he sat there by her side.
He didn’t know how long he sat there. She sat in trance like situation, not crying and speaking, not eating, not doing any thing. She finally let out a wail when they brought what looked like him. But then how was this possible when he was here by her side. He was all the more puzzled and couldn’t understand what was happening. They laid, what looked like him on the ground while all those around were crying bitterly.
When they finally dressed what looked like him and carried him away his mother cried bitterly and refused to let it go. But they managed loosen her grip and took him away. He couldn’t understand what was happening and why was it happening to him. He cried as bitterly as his mother did, from the cold and helplessness and from the pain of separation that he began to feel.
Just then a bright light appeared. It seemed to beckon him to come towards it. But he didn’t want to go and leave his mother all alone, but the light kept calling to him, pulling him towards it. And so he finally gave up, kissed his mother one last time and finally walked into the light as those marigold petals once again lit up his way.
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