LUCAS
‘Carter…’ The four years old me cried while grabbing the hem of the Doctor’s white coat. He stared at me in shock, before placing down the box of medicines on the table so he could carry me to his chest.
‘What’s wrong, little Lucas?” He asked while patting my back in circles. I sobbed as I encircled my little arms around his slender neck.
‘The kids in the village-‘ I hiccupped and he continued patting my back. ‘They said I’m weird, t-that’s why my mama threw me away…’ The doctor stiffened and stopped patting my back to embrace me tighter. ‘They were so mean…’
‘Yes, they are.’ Carter whispered while entangling the curls of my red hair. ‘Do not believe them, because you are well loved Lucas.’ I slowly nodded. ‘And Lucas, keep this in your mind. There are many reasons why we let go
