Lily
The man that waits for us with a nervous look on his face seems incredibly familiar. Like I have seen him before somewhere, but then again, I apparently have. I remember now, he was the one who carried me almost home when I fell and couldn’t walk. I was crying, he gently wiped my tears off of my face and told me everything was going to be okay. Somehow, I believed him, this stranger. I wasn’t afraid at all, then he carried me home. Not quite exactly home, just close enough so I could walk the rest of the way home myself. I was eight, I think, I just turned eight that day.
Then I saw him again, a couple of years later. He had a present in his hand, a Teddy Bear, it was unwrapped. I remembered him so I came by to just say hi. I asked him who the Teddy Bear belonged to, he said it belo
