.•♫•Lucky•♫•..•♫•Boy •♫•.

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"I'm sorry ma'am but the boy isn't breathing"  This was the first time my boy had narrowly escaped death, to everyone's surprise a couple hours after being told he wouldn't make it, all of a sudden he started crying. Everyone was so shocked that one of the nurses actually fainted and one started crying, including me as well.  I did hear one thing, a tune when I was cradling him for the first time "Lucky Boy. "

There were other times when he was strapped safely into his high chair, but just as I would be turning around he would be falling down and I was so close to losing him but fortunately, I always caught him. Always accompanied by "Lucky Boy"."

"Leave me alone. I don't wanna go with you. " I turned around I heard the same tune before I asked "Who're you talking to, Jamie?" He said " The lady, she won't leave me alone! " I looked towards the chair in front of him and next to him, there was no one there "Where's the lady? " He looked at me in a weird way, "You don't see her? Look at her mom, she's hideous! " I heard the tune one last time before I decided to take him to the therapist.

The  therapist asked him to draw a picture of the woman he was seeing everyday.  The man came out a few minutes later with the paper and told me "I'm afraid heught have a disorder" He said before handing me the paper.

The picture was hideous and way too detailed for a five year old but I thought that it was just a imaginary friend and he would get over it, right? Wrong.

Heyy! I'm back with another story that I genuinely enjoy writing and I think I'll continue it. 

Until then!