Messages in the Street

In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street. I tried to show people I was there, but they just ignored it. But on that one day, something magical happened, a boy, had noticed one of my messages. He called for me, and I called for him. The boy spent hours to days to months and to years trying to find me. 3 years had passed, and he was still as determined as he had been the day he found my message.Then, a miracle happened...he found me. I was in shock and awe, never thinking the day would come. Out of this, who would of thought my savior would be a boy at the age of 8. I will always cherish that day, because that was the day I gained my life back, and I owe it not to god nor his brothers, but to the little boy. The small innocent little boy. And with my life back, I also gained a new friend, one that would be there for me and even care for me on my deathbed. I had never had kids of my own...becuase of the years I spent hiding. But ina way I did. And for that, I am most grateful, for not only did I gain a friend, I gained a son.