That's how all the days had been leading up to now. I got back to the funeral home as the funeral procession was about to start.
I saw Mrs. Marx and Jacob walking to the car. I caught up with them, picked up Jacob and said, "How's my little buddy?" "I want to go home." "I know sweetie. It's okay, we will be home soon."
"Where have you been young lady?" Mrs. Marx asked acting concerned. "At my friends house, I couldn't handle being at that funeral home, is that a problem?" "Well considering I'm supposed to know your whereabouts at all times, yes it is."
I turned around and began walking in the opposite direction, with Jacob still in my arms.
"Sissy where are we going?" "I think we're going to go to Kaleb's house for now, but I don't know if they will let us stay tonight." "Why?" "You're to young to understand. I'll tell you when your much, much older." "Why?" "I just will." "Okay." My little brother stated, a little confused.
As we came up to Kaleb's door I looked behind me too see a man in all black standing with a gun in his hand.
Since I was frightened for my brothers life, I turned around acting like I didn't see the man, and knocked on the door.
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One Step at a Time
SonstigesLost from home a young girl turns to a boy and his mother for help, after the lost of her loved ones has left her to raise her brother.
