The Journal looked different there was no burnt marks on it, and it didn't look as old. when I open it I was stocked and sad most of my dad pictures and writing was gone, all that was left was the dates. How was I going to find dad now? I had only read the journal once.
I started to panick and cry at the same time. I'm stranded in the past with no way to find dad. I'm stranded in the past alone, as I thought that
the image of the boy appeared in my mind. With his dark brown hair and eyes that remain me of dad. Even if dad face was mostly burnt and he only had a little bit of hair. I calmed down, I was not alone.
I was tired so I lied down next to the boy holding him in my arm not wanting him to disappear from my life. Not realizing that I could touch the bed or sheet as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the boy staring at me. The only thing moving was his chest as he breathed, and his eyes and eyelashes as he blinked. It was cute comforting and creepy at the same time. we kept eye contact for about a minute.
Then I got up releasing him from my arms. He got up too and walked towards me. I reached for my pocket only to realize that my phone wasn't inside. How was I going to tell the time?
Then I remembered a certain device my dad told me about called a clock. I had seen it in old movies so I knew what it looked like. I wanted to leave to find a clock but the boy wouldn't let me go.
"Brother no go" said the boy in his broken English with a worried look in his eyes. I bent down to give his little round body a hug.I took him with me on my quest.
We went down stairs looking for a clock only to see a big fight. It was the first time since Billy mom I had see adults shout at each other like this.
The boy's mommy and daddy were fighting and they looked very scary.
The boy hid behind me, when his daddy started attacking his mom.
I took his hand and started to slowly walk back up the stairs, but his daddy saw him.
He started walking toward us with a familiar crazy look in his eye . I stood in front of the boy but the hand when right through me and hit the boy's stomach. I caught the boy was he slipped from the impact.
The boy's mommy came and made the crazy look leave the boy. I ran up the stairs with the boy in my arms. When no one was looking and brought him back to his room.
The boy didn't even react or scream when he was hit like it was something he was use to.I felt sad and hurt for him, as his daddy reminded me of my mom.
"Daddy say me no child,me brown eyes,hair." said the boy in a voice with no emotion." No like daddy." said the boy after he looked at all the cuts on his arms and legs.
So that's why he had those cuts, it wasn't from being outside. I gave the boy a big hug. untill me and him started to feel better. It was something my dad did when he was alive, when I was sad.
"Like big brother," said the boy with emotion in his voice and eyes, while he looked me straight in my eyes. I corected him this time like my dad used to correct me.
"l like big brother," he copied me saying "I like big brother." He said the sentence slowly like he was trying to ingrave it into his mind. With a slight movement of his lips. He looks so cute, I wanted to pinch his cheeks.
so I pinched them the boy just looked at me with a confused look on his face, I started to smile.
I smiled untill the boy took out that book again, he wanted me to read it. he handed it to me again like it was his most precious treasure. I read it three times then convicted him to learn numbers with songs that my dad used to sing to me.
The boy injoyed them and started to sing them in his broken English.
"one, fiwe, fish,six, nine, fingar," his sing was ok.It was fun teaching him the song.It reminded me of happy times with my dad.
The boy's stomach rumbled so we left to find his mommy. When we found her she had a thick layer of makeup on her face. The boy pointed at his stomach.
His mommy then took us down stairs and and made him two jam sandwiches he gave me one. I wonder why she made him so much food like she was trying to fatten him up.
After we finished eating I showed him how to play Ring Around the Rosies. He love the falling down part, he didn't want to stop, and even started to sing along"Ring,ring,down."
We played all day long, we didn't see the boy's daddy because he never comes to the boy's room.
At night time after the boy fell asleep, I slarted to think about my dad again. So I took out my dad's journal and noticed that the first date was in a few days.
I can remember the first page because it was a picture that I found relatable a boy alone in front of a burning house.His face had fire on it, the thing that was relatable was that he was alone. Everyone had left him.
The boy's mommy walked into his room, she was crying. She kissed the boy and whispered,"Mommy loves you baby, but mommy isn't happy, mommy's sorry." Then she left the room, I followed her untill she got into a car and drove away.
I wanted to follow her but I didn't because, I didn't know if she was coming back. She looked like she was done with everything and everyone.
I went to sleep next to the boy again only to fall through the bed. So I stayed up that night untill I figured out how to sleep on the bed without falling through it.
Me and the boy when down stairs to see a feast laded out before us. Eggs, bacon, toast and some vegetables.His daddy wasn't down stairs because he normally didn't wake up early.
"Eat," said his mommy while pointing at food with a smile on her face.I was surprised she came back. he words sounded like a goodbye.
After she left I started eating as well we flinched all of it even the vegetables weren't spared.
His mommy cleaned all the dishes and boiled two eggs. She had a angry look on her face as she boiled the eggs it was kind of scary. I wondered who they were for?
I took the boy back up to his room and we played for a hour. We played hide and seek, tag, and rock paper scissors. Then I remembered that it was good to go outside to get vitamin D. Even my dad went outside for it.
The boy didn't want to leave so I covenced him by promising to read him that book, but as we left his room his mommy hugged him and told him that she love him over and over again.
When his mommy finally left she walked towards her and her husband's room. I quickly grabbed his hand and took him out of that house. I felt uncomfortable in there for some reason. I trusted the uncomfortable feeling.
We walked a bit far from the house and started to play. I didn't feel safe near the house today I understood why he was so far last time. Tag was more fun in the forest.We sang forest songs and tried to look for buried treasure.
I taught him what some of the thing were as he pointed at them. He tried to teach me things to it was funny, be case he pointed at a branch and called it a tree. I didn't know how to correct him because it was kind of true.
We started to walk back towards the house after what felt like thirty minutes of playing. we saw a lot of small animal runing from the opposite direction."Oh no!" that was were the house is, I could only hope the house was ok.
We kept on walking untill we could smell smoke. when we go close enough to see the house. we heard a boom sound, then a piece of burning wood flew towards the boy's face. I grab his arm and hope I was faster than the burning piece of wood.