A boy with a shattered mind and broken heart was forced to let go. Days had passed and Thomas would not talk to anyone, his family, his aunt or whoever tried to reassure him, that that the silver lining of the cloud was just around the corner. Nothing would make peace with that boy. And why would it?
After the incident, we were taken by Aunt Claira, Lily's younger sister. She loved him very much and I always used to admire that. I had emmense admiration for love with the thought in my mind that love and harmony could end it all. Little did I know, the world never saw these little two words's worth. Aunt Claira would sing Thomas to sleep every night. She was a widow with no children, so she always considered him as a son of her own. I remember the charming lullaby she would sing to him.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry. Everything is gonna be alright. Stiffen up that upper lip little soldier, I told you, Aunty is here to hold you through the night"
Thomas would hold me tight every night and we both would listen to this angelic voice.
The only peaceful time we would get. The world had broken out in war and it was sad to see that morality had been lost. Imagine you loved someone. You love them so much that you were willing to give an arm for them. Then suddenly, your lover's whole life got thrown away instantly and they felt pain, they were in pain. How would you feel? Knowing whatever you could try to do would end in failure. Thomas had those feelings for his parents, and I for that poor boy....
Once on a frisky and cold morning, the fog had covered half of the tormented streets. While, the silent wind blew; I laid in Thomas's bed with my eyes wide open, unable to blink. I had stayed up the night before as my thoughts circled me into a corner after a corner. I was in agony. I was in pain. Reliving in the past, creating scenarios in which I could have saved those two remarkable people. Kept recalling the sound of the gunshots that were fired that day. Even though, I wasn't related to this family, they were the only angels close to family. I asked myself the same question: "Was there even a God?"
Suddenly as I was drifting in depths of my mind, Thomas came into the room. He was all dressed up in his school uniform. This was a very different boy from that night. He potrayed that of a person who had fought battes and wars, had witnessed and felt immense loss, and in return shaped himself into a warrior. A warrior ready to take on any obstacle thrown at his way. He had that smile on his face and was determined as hell! The young school boy had that gleam in his eye. That gleam that every person should have in order to change situations and make the best of them. Just before leaving for school, he looked at me and said "Hey there MOO! Moo! Listen. You're my best friend, and I am sorry for being silent all these days. I am not a boy anymore. I am a man! A MAN YOU HEAR?! Iam glad to have a friend like you" Filled with happy emotions he furthered continued: "After today, I am gonna change the world. One man can change the world. This man can do it!" And just like that he left.
I heard all of this while laying down and I was surprised what had changed? Did an angel talk sense into him or had Jesus Christ paid him a visit in his dreams. What ever it was, that boy had the will and intention to do something great. I'm not sure what I felt that moment, all I knew was that I was glad that he got up to his feet and was trying his best.
In a world filled with amazing people, a twelve year old boy had the will to change the world. To end the war. How many people have the guts to stand up for their faith? Not much. Sadly, not much...