The story of Saric (A Tale of love and Suspense

My adopted father was buried two weeks later. It was a very simple funeral. After the funeral, my adopted father’s relatives had a meeting as to who was going to take care of me. The way the meeting was going I knew no one was willing to take me in. What even hurt me was the fact that I was being accused for the death of my adopted father. I packed up and left without the knowledge of any one.

Life in the streets was pure hell. At that very moment I wished I would just die. The words of one of my adopted father’s relative kept on taunting me. I didn’t want to believe it but circumstances made me want to believe. Because what life would make a boy suffer so much. But I put all the negativity behind me. Nothing would bring me down. I decided to prove everyone wrong.

I continued my pre S.H.S classes because my adopted father paid for everythingso I didn’t need to stop. In my free time I traded in foodstuffs. I wasn’t shy because i had no one to help me. I loved drawing and I use to draw a lot when I was on break during classes. A girl who satbeside me saw me draw one day and told me I draw very beautifully. We became friends ever since. She told me all about herself and I also told her all about myself. She couldn’t believe I live on thestreets. She promised she will help me. She kept her promise. She was like my guardian angel. She gave me money which I wanted to decline because I was too proud to take it but she told me there is nothing wrong with her trying to help a friend. Reluctantly I accepted the money and thanked her very much. Honestly I needed the money and she gave me the money at the right time. I confessed. Later on she gave me clothes and a whole lot of things which I was grateful for.