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WRITERS POV
Alina walked quietly through the lonely streets, sniffing the scent of fresh air. This was what she had wanted throughout her life, peace and freedom.
Her eyes swept every inch and cranny of the things she sighted until it dwelled on a little child within the age range of 3-4 years who seemed rather lost. At First, she tried to Avert her attention and mind her business but there was something keen about the child that drew her towards him.
She glanced around trying to search for his parents but found no one in sight. Sighing lightly,she walked up to him and touched his shoulder.
“Hey little one,where is your mom and dad?” She asked carefully,not trying to scare him.
“I don't have a mommy.” The boy spoke as tears formed in his big eyes.
Alina could feel the hurt in his eyes and wondered what the boy must have gone through.
“I'm so sorry to hear about that, where is your Dad?” She asked and the boy dabbed his puffy cheeks.
“I don't know, he told me to wait here, I don't know where he is.” He mumbled and Alina sighed. What kind of Father would let a little boy be unguided?
“I would help you find your dad, okay?” She spoke and the boy nodded in agreement.
As they walked towards the way he described, Alina couldn't help but feel an unusual warmth wash over her, a sense of protectiveness for this little boy spiked her and she knew in her heart that she shared a connection with him.
They stopped walking suddenly because the boy paused his movement and Alina looked at him, wondering why he did so.
“Would you like to be my mommy?” The boy asked as he squinted his eyes gazing lovingly at Alina.
Alina was taken aback with surprise at the sudden words of the boy. “ Huh?”
“I have no mommy and I want you to be my mommy.” He spoke more clearly and boldly.
Alina was mute, she didn't know how to respond to such a request from a toddler.
“I have been searching everywhere for you. I am so sorry for his clumsiness.” A deep male voice sprang beside Alina and she looked up to see a rather handsome, well built man. He was human, and the little kid had a striking resemblance with him.
Alina got lost for a moment staring at him and had to blink twice to come back to reality.
“Dad, I found my mommy.” The boy's tiny voice yelled in excitement and Alina glanced at his dad anticipating his response.
“Allen, why are you being improper? Stop bothering aunty and let's go get your ice cream.” His father squatted to his level, ruffling his hair as he calmly spoke to him. There was a tint of disappointment in his small face as he scrunched his nose.
“Allen always gets emotional whenever he thinks of his late mom. I know I shouldn't say it but… It's quite unusual for him to behave this way. I apologize on his behalf and thank you so much for bringing him.” His voice came softer and Alina found herself smiling.
“Also, I am Brian.”
Could this be the dream she had been having recently? Was this her happily ever after? Could this be the blessing the moon goddess has been whispering to her.
Well if this is her form of peace, who was she to refuse…
Just as Allen's father held his hands to continue moving, Alia raised her head up.” Well… I don't mind being his Mother.” She spoke and the duo momentarily stopped walking and turned back to look at her.
“Really?” The boy's excited voice asked.
“Of course sweetheart.” Alina answered as she gazed at him dotingly.
Without wasting much time, the little boy broke loose from his Father and ran towards Alina, wrapping his tiny hands on her leg.
Caught by surprise at his act, Alina looked at his father then back at Allen. Wasn't he too fast to accept her?
“I… uhmm.” His father scratched his head and walked towards Alina.
“ I know it's quite sudden and unethical to ask this… But for my Son's happiness and mine, would you be his Mother?” he asked and Alina nodded in approval.
Just in one day, she had earned a family, what more could she ask for and with that, Little Allen held his Father and new Mom's hand and they all walked to the direction where their future holds.
*****
A half-ragged man walked strangely past the woods as he limped barefooted, if not properly scrutinized, he could be mistaken as a ghost. His pace was irrational yet fast, he paused at intervals to catch up his breath before he continued his movement.
Sometimes, he looked back hoping no one was Behind him as he continued walking. Sweat dripped down his dirty forehead as he sniffed.
“Arghhh.” His groan came and one could tell he was in a lot of pain. He paused walking again as he held his stomach, his face was evident of pain as he gritted his teeth.
After a clearer view, one could tell he was bleeding from his leg and his hands were dripping with blood. When he couldn't take the pain anymore, he fell to the ground, breathing heavily, hoping death could come to him soon.
Suddenly, A figure approached him slowly and smartly. After discovering his safety was guaranteed, he bent low to the helpless man and placed his finger on his neck, trying to feel his pulse.
“He's alive!” He shouted and two other boys came from each side of the bush, scouting around him and gazing at the man on the floor strangely. It may seem as though they had noticed the man and followed him up till this place.
“Who is he?”
“I don't know, but we can't leave him to die right?”
“Let's take him home, help me.” The boy who yelled before spoke and the trio carried the man to their cabin.
Their mother glanced at the visitor and began to panic in despair.
“Why did you tend to a stranger?” She asked while ushering them to their tiny living room.
“Gad found him. I wanted to object.” The smallest among them countered.
“But you assisted to bring him home.” Their mother hissed as she helped them put him on the bed.
“He was at the brink of death. I don't know if he's still alive.” The older son whispered.
“There's only one way to find out.” the woman spoke as she rushed to get a bowl of water with soft clothes.
She came back not long after and cleaned his wounds after which she prepared medicines which she fed him and waited patiently for him to regain consciousness.
Two hours passed and the family kept hoping their visitor would make it. Suddenly they heard a cough and they surrounded the bed to know who this visitor was.
“Who are you?” The woman asked the man after he had stopped talking. Although she hoped he would reply as he was still too weak to open his eyes.
“De..Dean.”
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