It's been days since the little boy have spoken I go in there every two hours just to make sure he's okay , I hope he's okay
: "james"
I walked out of the boy room to see why I was being called
James: what ?
: go see if that little boy need to use the bathroom
James: ok
I walked back in the room and asked the little boy does he have to use the bathroom but received no answer as he stared blankly at the wall with tears streaming down his eyes I slowly walked closer and squatted down to get a good look at him
James: little boy are you okay ? Do you have to use the bathroom ?
I sat on the floor where the dirty mattress he sleep on was and just talked for hours I know he's listening after about two hours has passed I was about to get up and leave until he grabbed my hand and looked at me with the saddest eyes and for the first time in days i heard him speak
:please my mommy needs me
James: what's your name little boy ?
Papi:
James: how about you tell me about your mommy
Papai: she's going to die
To be continue ....
