Despondency (on hold)

Despondency (on hold)

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I met a boy on the beach. He sits and plays with the sand. I started to treat him and love him like he was my own. Even though he had lost his parents long ago, he needed a mother, me. But was it going to be easy to be part of his family? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I first came to the beach, I saw the boy for the very first time. I didn't have a child to myself. I sat beside him. "Hi," The child only glanced then ignored me. "Hi," I said with a friendlier tone. "What are you doing here?" He would turn away and roll his eyes in annoyance. I really hoped that he could be my child one day so I came every day to say hello to him. He always looked away every time.
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