bluudude // forsaken

you were sitting at home drinking tea, contemplating the day ahead, the delicate clink of the cup against the table the only sound as you wallowed in your thoughts. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Slowly standing up, you cleared the table, walking to the door, opening it. There stood your adopted son, usually a smug and confident boy, trembling, he cried, clinging to you. Now he was dirty, cold, abandoned. "maam!! I want to go back home..." he whimpers, pointing to his wound, no longer wanting to try to act like an adult and run away from home.