When i was little there was this time i went out of the school with my friends after closing. I was to wait for my sister during the senior block closing hours but i felt since i lived close to my friend house i would go home from there. I followed my friends using the back gate and left unnoticed. When my friends got home they bid me goodbye then i realised i didn't actually know my way home from the spot. I started crying, running up and down. I thought i would never see my parents again . Standing up to look at the wound i had caused my self from running up and down i cried the more i fell and hit my leg on a stone. I just stood there looking around, lost and in tears .
Then a boy in his late teens came up to me smiling and he asked me what happened. I told him i was lost and i didn't know my way home from there. He then asked me to describe my home which i did with the little description he took me home .My little hand in his guiding me like a father would to his child . At a few trees close to my house i pointed my house to him then we bid eachother farewell and he turned and left i walked into my house and everybody looked so worried my dad, mom and sister my uncle too. They were so happy to see me then i told them everything and about the boy who helped me . We went in search of him but couldn't find him.
Till this day when i look back to that event i believed he was an angel sent by God to take little lost me home.
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