Broken Child

trees

''this is the sky Andy ''

''sky... Bl...Blue... Sun.. Yellow.. ?''

''right Andy, what about trees ?''

''um... Uh... Trees.....Green ?''

'' that's right Andy you did good job ''

'' Andy.. Go..good..sla..uh B..boy ?''

'' yes Andy very good, I'm proud of you ''

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Days have passed I've been teaching him words, colors, how's to eat and what he eats.. Soup... Milk... Water... Yogurt... Getting him to speak
He is still having night terrors, still scared of loud noise and dark but there is small progress at least
He is walking instead of crawling and he is sleeping on his bed only after nightmare he said that his old master was here telling him to sleep on the floor, it looks like he sees him all the time specialy at night when he is more vulnerable and fragile.

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Today I wan to take him out to the park, I don't want him to stay all day at home, and I'm dead sure that no one ever took him out to play with other kids. I'm sur he doesn't even know how to play...

'' are you ready Andy ''

''y..yes Alex ''

I take a look at him, the clothes I bought him look baggy, he looks so skinny and sick, his long hair hides most of his face, the dark circles under his eyes looks like bruises..
He simply looks like he went to hell and back, and that is killing me, I feel so bad

'' here let me fix your shoes......alright let's go ''

When we get to the door he stops, he looks down playing with His fingers, he wants to say something

''what is it Andy ''

''m...Master, where... T..to g.go m...master... Andy.. Did.. B.bad ?no take... B..ba... Back... To.. Old Master.. Please beg.. Pl...please k..keep ''
And the moment he wanted to kneel I held him

'' Andy.. Listen I'm not taking you back there, never, we are going the park, I will show you trees and flowers... Please dont cry dont be scared okay ''
I wash the tears and kiss his forehead and hug him tight