"Wake up", he called as he drove
through the gates of the school.
"Oh dad", replied the young boy who sat on the rear seat. He yawned lazily and rubbed his eyes with his hands. "Where are we Dad?", he queried.
"We're at the school already", replied the man as he brought the car to a halt in the car park. He rolled up the windshield and alighted from the car. "Boy, get down now", said the man with a commanding tone. The boy got down from the car and looked around.
"My God, they're so much", he exclaimed.
Boys and girls of different heights and complexions were scattered all over the compound. He noticed that some were happy while some were crying.
"Dad why are they crying?", he asked.
"Well they are crying because their parents have gone home and they've found out that they are not gonna be seeing their parents for a while.
"But Dad, why did their parents leave them here".
"Because this is a boarding school and parents leave their children here to be cared of. They are not allowed to see their parents except during visiting days or public holidays", he explained further.
"Dad, I hope you are not going to leave me here", the boy asked with teary eyes.
"Of course not my dear son", he responded and smiled.
He opened the boor and retrieved
two traveling boxes then slammed it shut.
"Welcome to the world boy", he muttered and smiled mischievously. He started walking with the luggage while the boy trudged behind him.
After fifteen minutes of walking, they arrived at a very long building painted reddish-brown with many windows.
"Where are we Dad", the boy asked with a puzzled look.
"You'll soon know son", he replied.
Not long after, a man came out of the building and approached them. He explained pleasantries with the boy's father and they talked for more than ten minutes until the man noticed that the boy was asleep.
"What's wrong with him", he asked the boy's father.
"He's slightly indisposed", replied the father.
The man lifted him from the bench gently carried him into the building. He then came back for the luggage.
Mr. Richardson talked to the man for about five minutes more then brought out his wallet. He counted some money and gave it to the man with directives that it should be given to his son whenever he needed money. He also counted some money which he gave to the man.
"That's for you", he said.
"Thanks so much sir", he said, beaming with smiles.
"Please take good care of my son".
"I will", said the man still smiling.
"Lest I forget, what is his name?"
"George. George Richardson".
"Okay Mr Richardson, I am looking forward to seeing you again", said the man as he extended his hand for an handshake.
"Bye", Mr. Richardson replied as he shook his hand.
"He walked back to his car and sat down as he reminisced over the events of the day.
"All is well", he mouthed as he turned on the ignition.
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Recurring Tears
General Fiction"DO NOT TRY US ELSE YOU'LL PAY WITH YOUR HEAD " the note screamed. Tears, murder, disagreement, discord, treachery, and any other vices you can think of all entailed in one piece of writing. A tragedy that brings hundreds!!!! Note: If you are not s...
