Wednesday, July 01, 2009

18. Danny.

He took his cup of coffee, sat down on his usual spot at his favourite neighbourhood cafe. He was thinking of his past as a young boy. He played catching, police and thief, the usual games that a normal boy would play. He looks at his life now as a youth. And then he suddenly thought to himself....:"What else?"

Danny wasn't quite like the boys in his neighbourhood. He was different. He was raised up by his grandparents. "Where are your parents?", people asked him. And he would answer them,:"I haven't seen them before."

"Oh," they said.

It's so easy for people to come to a conclusion that his parents threw him away. Not possible. At least they left him with his grandparents if they did. Or so they claimed. All through his early years, he would sit alone so often and think about his parents. He missed them. How could he when he hasn't even seen them before? A mystery. Not quite. He was ten when he first thought about it. He was looking for an answer. He couldn't find any. But he knew that his parents didn't abandon him. Of course he thought about what others were saying, but he believed in his heart otherwise. He didn't give up on searching. He kept at it. And he thought for long before he got to a clue. And he went to it.

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Cool breeze. Cold sand. Surfers. Swimmers. Dog. And whales blowing water out from their nose.