† Novel : The Blood Write Letterman Hawking rushed into the day care center to pick up his son, he was late again due to paperwork stacking on his desk. Who would think volunteers at the Red Cross also needed to fill out a huge lot of paperwork? “Mr. Hawking, I’m glad you finally came. Auggie was starting to get slightly impatient in the corner.” The warmth among voice of the woman made Letterman Hawking turned around. He painted up a sweet thank you smile as he walked into the corner to pick up his son. “Auggie, papa is here.” Letterman Hawking muttered in his smooth voice while ruffling up the mopped brown hair of his son. Auggie smiled brightly as he heard the voice, showing the sweet dimple on his face while reaching out his hand touching slowly along Letterman Hawking’s hand, “Papa, I made a picture today!” The excitement babble of his son’s voice simply melted Letterman Hawking deep down as he held a faint sadness among his eyes as he stair deep into the unfocused eyes of his son. Auggie Hawking was the product from his lovely deceased wife, while Auggie slowly lost sight over the years due failure of corneal. It stirred deep anger among Letterman Hawking as he felt life had turned another unfair moment at him. Suppressing his anger, Letterman Hawking picked Auggie up and carried his son back home as he tried not to think of the dark thoughts lingering around the corner of his mind. tbc
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 05:41:30 +0000
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