A Home For Me And You

Your Love And My Love

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Forth POV

I met Beam when I was 25 years old. At that time I had only been a police officer in the Chiang Mai Province sentinal unit for two months. That night was my first time handling a big case. We caught a large class of narcotics dealers. There are no survivors. The police were forced to shoot dead all dealers because they resisted. We found several container trucks full of forbidden objects and among them, there was a small child. He sat quietly in the corner of the container. He looked at the police without any expression when we found him. At that time he was probably around five years old. Beam looks very small and not maintained. His body is dirty. I was the first to approach him. He did not fight when I carried him and took him to the police station.

Poor child

That's what people say about him. But in my opinion, he's actually lucky now. Instead of him living with his parents who were dealers, he would rather lose them.

Because I'm the most junior police officer, seniors assign me to guard Beam 24 hours. At first Beam was difficult to control. He will rebel when I bathe him. He refused to talk to me and he also prefers to sleep on the floor than the bed. The doctor said that there was no problem with the vocal cords. He may experience trauma that makes him not want to talk. So every day me and him have to wrestle just to make him bathe and dress. And after two weeks, he finally began to soften. It seems like he understood that I did not intend to hurt him.

Beam and I stayed in a special room in the police station that was reserved for police officers. After two weeks he finally agreed to sleep in bed with me. Seeing him sleeping next to me became happiness for me every night.

"Beam. Get up. Let's take a shower before breakfast," I said, rubbing his head. Beam will follow me. Doing everything I do but he still refuses to talk. Even though he didn't say much, everyone in the police station liked him that much. Little Beam is very sweet and handsome. Everyone will spoil him. I was even overwhelmed to drive away the aunties who kept trying to kiss his cheeks.

After three weeks, finally the social service decided to send Beam to the orphanage. He can't stay in the police station forever. I remember that day. Valentine's Day. The social service is picking up Beam.

"Beam. Starting today, you can't stay with Uncle." I tried to explain our situation while putting on his clothes. He gets a lot of donations of clothes and toys. He is Really popular.

He didn't say anything and just looked at me confused.

"There, you will meet many other friends your age. It will be fun." I tried to cheer him up. Although I doubt whether he will be able to make friends with anyone. Beam is so anti-social. He doesn't even want to talk to me.

Beam still didn't say anything but I saw him holding the hem of his clothes tightly. He might be a little worried.

"Take it easy. The guards there are good and they will love you. You will also have your own bed" I explained, patting his head. Beam still didn't say anything. In the afternoon I took him to see the head of the Social Service and the orphanage owner.

To be honest, I'm not ready to part with him. Being with Beam is like a habit for me. Hugging him every night makes me calm. He is so small and fragile but so warm. Unfortunately I can not continue to be with him. This is the best for him.

"You need to go," I said after handing it over to the Head of the Home. I patted his head slowly "be a good boy" I added "Uncle will visit you later this weekend"

Beam said nothing. He looked at me expressionlessly with his round eyes. As if he had something to say.

"Take it easy. He will be fine here," said the Head of the orphanage. So with a heavy heart I left Beam at the orphanage. I remembered Beam following my bike and staring at me unblinkingly when I left him. The orphanage had to hold him so he wouldn't walk out of the orphanage to chase me.