Unexpectedly, a soft tap went on my shoulder. I looked around and saw a young looking boy looking at me. He was tall and actually quite handsome, I shall say.
"Don't cry little girl, crying won't lead you to anything good," says the boy.
"I know it's just that my mum is now gone and my dad is gone too, how can I live," I say.
"It's gonna be fine, hey little girl what about you come to my place and have a chat there instead, oh by the way my name is Charles," says the bo... I mean Charles, with a wide welcoming smile.
"Umm you know I have my own home so I can go to mine and my name isn't little girl, it's Helen, thank you very much," I say.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know then let's get going then, you lead the way," says Charles trying to not look dumb.
"Wait, what do you mean I take you, I don't even know you so you're basically a complete stranger to me" I say, taking a few steps backwards.
"I'm going with you to your home, by the way don't worry I'm the son of Mr. Harold and Mrs. Harold," says Charles.
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A Little to Live for
NouvellesIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
