There is a child that is shedding buckets full of tears for he has lost, ot only a friend but also his mother. Closing his eyes he looks deep within himself and sees himself in a better world. A world miles away from his present home and situation. Trees, streets and people all once similar. Anger runs through him, veins ready to burst. More tears run down, reminding him of the creek by his home. He is now five and his mother runs behind him with her jet black hair flowing like and elegant horses’ mane as he gallops like a Clydesdale in circles. “ha hahahaha" he laughs, opens his eyes and notices he is back in Los Angeles, the city of all angels dark and pure he is in a land that once belong to hi...

Please subscribe to keep reading.