akania09022003
I met him on the night of my fifth birthday , huddled in a corner crying his eyes out .
He said that no one from his family remembered him .........
I invited him inside my house and told him to stay until he feels okay .
I thought my mom will scold me for letting in a stranger , throw him out like she did with the little kitten I had saved from the street , but the surprising part was she never saw him .
A seventeen year old guy roamed around the house , played with me , helped me study ........... and my mother never objected once about some stranger staying over .
It took me years to realize that he had died that night and I invited in a person who no one could see ever again . But when I did , I just couldn't let go , he was the darkness to my light and I knew I couldn't live without him .
Imagine my reaction when he one day said that he wanted to stay beside me , but not as a ghost , as a living individual . I guess he was a bit protective ..........
I never knew his actions could affect anyone other than me . I wish I did , so the town wouldn't end up like this ...............................