“Mom, I’m home”, Malcolm said. He went on:
“Something’s happened, I need you to come with me”. “Where to?” I asked. “Just
come, it’s important”. I drove for about an hour. Then I realized there had
been a horrible accident. I stopped the car. “Gosh, Malcolm, why are we here?”
“Let’s go out”, he replied. We got closer and I saw a familiar man’s figure. It
was Malcolm, lying still and covered with blood. I screamed. “It’s just not
possible! My little boy...” “Mommy, just cremate my body and throw my ashes in the
sea. I love you”, he
whispered.
Story written by:
Vaneska Oliveira Caldas
Priscilla Kelly Sena de Medeiros
Larissa Karen Ribeiro Gomes
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