When Starrs Align

"Hey son, happy birthday!" Said a deep and scratchy voice, "It's your mother's year to have you so I'll drop you off soon. So get ready." "Yes sir!" Noah replies. Noah runs up stairs and puts on his shoes and grabs his favorite book. He then rushes down stairs and throws on his coat and shoves his book into a backpack. "Excited much?" says his father. He opens the door and motions Noah to go through. Noah and his dad gets in the deep red car and starts to drive. Noah rolls down his window and smiles as the wind blows against his face. About ten minutes later they pull up next to a brick apartment. Noah's face lights up, "Goodbye father!" Noah rushes out the door and runs into the apartment. Once he opened the door, nothing can take back what the small boy saw. "M..mom..?" His eyes wide open staring at the hanging body of his beloved mother. Suddenly his eyes begin to water. He starts to cry. His face red with tear stains streaming down like a waterfall. He drops to his knees and screams. He felt a small hand on his shoulder. He turns around and sees a small boy about his age standing there. "It'll be ok" said the boy kneeling down to hug him. Noah couldn't stop himself from embracing the boy. He hugged him tightly and continued to cry. The boy just listens and comfortes Noah for ten minutes. Finally he lets Noah go and looks him in the eyes, "We need to call the police, OK?" Noah nodded and wiped his eyes. The boy stood up and held his hand out to noah,"let's go." Noah doesn't hesitate in grabbing his hand.