Hello Dear? Ghost Morning to You!
Hello Dear? Ghost Morning to You!4 mins 265 4 mins 265
The bright beam of light entering my room through the window and the irritating sound of the alarm clock we’re enough to wake me up Fromm my deep slumber. I yawned and looked at the time. Oh shoot! It was 7:50 am. I was struck with panic when I realized that I had only twenty five ,inuites to get ready and reach my office. I freshened up as quickly as I could, packed the leftover food for the way Stopped my belongings into my briefcase and drove as fast as I could show the crowded roads. I was extremely angry at myself for oversleeping but what could I do. I want to get the weekend to sleep of my exhaustion and prep myself for a new week.
I was only a drive of five minutes away from my workplace when the traffic began to slow down. I was worried that if the traffic did not clear soon, I would miss an important meeting with a client that could potentially cost me my job. Having sensed that there was no prospect of me making it to the conference on time, I informed my supervisor about the delay. He told me that I was in luck Because the meeting had been rescheduled to later in the day. I mentally thanked my client but still impatiently waited to get out of the congested road.
It took approximately 20 minutes for the traffic to clear. Since the meeting was out of my concern for the time being and there was throbbing in my head due to a chaotic morning I decided to stop at a café to have a cup of coffee. No sooner did I order a cappuccino and sat down on a chair down a poor boy With a scary face and a thin, malnourished body approached me and requested me to treat him with a coffee as well. Looking at his beautiful and very condition, I bought him a coffee and a cake. The look in his eyes why he took a sip and bit a piece of the cake was absolutely precious. He saved each and every bite. I was filled with ecstasy, knowing that I was the reason behind someone’s happiness.
I had ample amount of time before I had to meet my client so I decided to get to know the boy more. I learned that Josh, as he told his name to be, was about seven years old. His mother had died at childbirth and his father grief-stricken at the loss of his beloved wife, followed a few weeks later, leaving Josh in the custody of his elder brother. Josh told me that he had fled from his uncles home about three days ago to escape from his physical abuses. He told me that Had been living with his uncle in a dangerous and spooky neighborhood who used him to earn money by making him 2 million an illegal chores. Josh was fat the bed minimum and if he wanted more, he had to scrounge for from the trash cans. After listening to his horrifying story my body shadowed from sobbing. I could not imagine how an innocent, little boy could have tolerated such torment. He had lost his childhood, the most precious time of his life. It was unbelievable to learn that people can be so inhumane at times.
As soon as Josh finished the last piece, I went to the counter to pay the bill. I thought that I would ask him if he would like to live in a children’s home but when I turned around to face the table, Josh was no longer there. I immediately grabbed my belongings I’m just out to search him, but I was absolutely unsuccessful. I checked my watch to know the time and realized that it was time for me to meet my client. The meeting went exceptionally well yet I was disheartened that I could not help the boy from misery. After reaching home and getting dressed in comfortable clothes, I turned on the television to update myself with the news. Why I was flipping through the channels, I saw of the Milyer face at the corner of the screen. I recognize the face as joshes and I was delighted to know that someone had saved him but when I read the description underneath, my heart dropped. Horror filled my eyes and I started sweating as if I had seen a ghost. It read “ UNNAMED BOY FOUND DEAD AT THE DOOR OR BRONTË’S CAFÉ AT 5:30 IN THE MORNING. POOR SOUL LOOKED STARVED. IT LOOKS AS IF HE WAS TRYING TO OPEN THE DOOR, HOPING THAT SOMEONE WOULD FEED HIM SOMETHING”.