The Rushing

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"Let me help you. If you can help yourself then I can too. And if I do, it'd be easier for you," I told him as I inched closer, careful not to step on the push cart he claims is magical.

"You must not get it. I'm doing all this for her." Then he mumbled something I figured were along the lines, "Which is stupid coz she hasn't even returned. Heck, I'm not even sure if she will."

So I asked because I just had to. "Who is she?" He looked at me with bright eyes and answered with a smug look. "This obnoxious girl who would have been my mother's second favorite child." I couldn't help but wonder why there was a would have been in his sentence.

Before the atmosphere had the chance to get tense, I lamely made a joke. "Whoa, where did that kid from the mall go?" I just don't do good with situations that require me to be serious.

"She took him with her."