I kept my gaze fixated on the little boy deciding to wait for him to talk but after a while, when he still didn't talk, I decided to.
With the way he was crying, I was already scared with the worst ideas coming to my head but I hoped all those ideas weren't right. I hoped that just like my mom his grandma was fine and would be leaving the hospital because I couldn't think of what this little child would go through if she died.
'Where would he stay? Who would he stay with? Who would take care of him and How would he survive?' These questions rang in my head and as I thought about them I felt my heart bleed for the little kid beside me.
Gazing intensely at him, I spoke "What's wrong?" I asked and the hot who had been shedding tears with his gaze fixated on the ground finally gazed up at me.
As he looked at me, for some reason his tears began to flow out more. It was as if my face made things worse.
