Hi there! This one is about by buddy, Alavi Pumpkin. He is a ten year old with freckles on almost two thirds of his face. He also has a tooth gap at the front of his teeth and dark brown thick hair that reaches his eyebrows and a Canadian Pakistan mixed child. He is a very handsome young boy with beautiful brown eyes, bubbly pink lips and creamy white skin.
He comes to me so that I can play with him because he's an orphan and has no friends. His parents died in a house fire when he was almost four years old. He ran out of the house slightly burnt on his back (this explains the scar he has on his skin) while his parents stayed inside to look for him but lost their consciousness. The firefighters came too late and the house burnt down into ashes and so did his parents. Poor Alavi did not know what to do, he hid under his father's car which was parked about 20 metres away from the house. He watched as the house and his parents got burnt with tears in his eyes, no one noticed him as they are all shocked by the fire, he got up and ran fast and far away till he ended up nowhere.
He now lives anywhere and nowhere with no one to look after or care for him. He begs people for food and steals if not given some. He seems to be in some deserted or remote place but sometimes, he's at a different place like in a city, you really can't tell where he's going to be and that's the way he lived, spontaneously.
He calls me friend, sister and at one point, mother. He nick named me Baaboka, don't know why but I go with it because I want to make him happy. If I don't, he'll get angry hence I wouldn't want that because, there was this one time that I ignored him (was busy and unable to attend to him). I still remember it so well even though it happened six years ago, I mean how could I forget it! Such a devastating and immense pain that I felt when he hit my brain with a fairly medium rock and felt as though lightning had struck my brain. Agonized and in deep shock of pain, I still managed to gather myself and go to him.
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"What the heck is wrong with you?!" I yelled at him, "You could have killed me!!" I let out a scream which gave him a scare.
"Ama soori," he stammered. "Me just wana play with you Baaboka," he said as tears rolled down his chicks.
The pain left numb and was not as angry, I felt sorry for him and hugged him.
"It's okay kiddo," I said calmly as I pecked him. "The pain is gone now, but you promise you no do that again okay?"
"Owkay Baaboka," he replied.
"Alavi," I called his name as I touched his chin, looked into his eyes and said, "Me always there when you need me but, me maybe busy and not come. You no hit people because you angry, it be very bad and makes me sad, Kapish? I raised my eyebrows and waited for his response.
"Kapish," he answered me as he held my hand tightly and rubbed my palm gently with his thumb. "You love me?" he asked.
"Yes, me always love you Pumpkin," I answered as I pulled one of his chubby chicks. "You love me?" I also asked him.
"Me love you forever mama," he said as he hugged me tightly and rested his head on my chest while I run my fingers into his hair and, in mental shock that he called me mama even though I wasn't a mother but embraced this moment.
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I try to be there for him at any free time I have but it's getting harder and harder each time and year. I even tried countless times to get information about his dead parents in hope that there would be anybody that would take responsibility for him but each time, nothing was found, it was as though they disappeared or didn't even exist. One time, I was lucky enough to talk to the FBI thanks to my friend but all they said was that there is no information about him, I refused to believe them and constantly begged and bugged them till I was forbidden to go back because "Am disturbing their work priorities and say am crazy." I mean it's not my fault that he won't show himself to anyone else but me even after pleading and begging him to.
Am lost and don't know what else I can do or anyone that I can talk to who could understand me. Alavi's calling is becoming more frequent and difficult. For instance, a time when he called me at 12:45pm while I was in science class. I zoned out and everyone thought I was dead because I lost my consciousness hence I was carried to the clinic. I eventually came back to life and it was an awkward situation because the nurses and my friend looked at me astonished, I didn't know how to convince them that I was perfectly fine -they would not understand anyway.
The end! I enjoyed writing this one and I hope you did as well. Okay now let's vote vote vote!!! Thank you and good day or night :)
