Out In The Cold
He ran as fast as he could when he went out from Mr. Turner’s car. He can feel his hands are sweating. His heart beats louder as it could. He saw people looking around inside their house. The ambulance arrived, and he saw her mother being carried to a stretcher.
“Mom?” he cried.
He went near her. He grabbed his mother’s hand and felt cold. Cold, like how snow should be. His tears overflowed. He caressed his mother’s face, how peaceful it was now that she’s dead. He cried, no, he wailed. His pain wrapped around him that time. All those he’s been hiding with his warm smile.
He was there, trying to empty his tears until he can cry no more. He didn’t care how many people could see him. She has never been a good mother, but she’s still is for him.
“We have to move her out n
