Making himself comfortable on the sofa he started to
look at her mother. He had always felt proud looking at her, not only for him
but, even for his friends, his mom was so pretty. Not being able to keep his
legs on the floor he decided to put his legs on the center table, provided his
mom was looking somewhere else and not at him. Being fortunate enough his mom
was looking outside the window of their house. So, as he kept his both legs on
the table it reminded him of his dad. His dad always does that, and he at
present is enjoying himself being in place of his dad’s and doing the same
thing.
As he turned on his favorite cartoon, sipped his
milk, and making an effort he kept the glass back to the table without getting
down from the sofa. Just like his father do. As the animated characters inside
the television screamed his mom looked at him, rather admired him. He thought
that he was just a minute away from getting a scolding for keeping his legs on
the center table, but this seemed a very nice day for James. He still now
remembers that how he was embarrassed when he misunderstood gems with James and
demanded a changing in his name by his father.
Tears were rolling down her mother’s beautiful eyes.
Not even she realized it till now, but as she saw her child looking at her, she
smiled carefully making sure that it does not looks fake.
James was doing his favorite drawing of a rocket and
he heard his dad coming. He saw from the little gap that the door had. His
mother hugged his dad and started to cry. She was crying so hard and his father
was holding her just as tight as a hero. He was enough matured not to go into
the room at that moment.
Engrossing in his drawing, he suddenly heard, when
all was just fine, but all of a sudden.
“We have to get rid of the thing, let’s not waste
any time.” His father’s voice said.
He wondered what the thing was. Was it a new car? A
new mobile that, his father was talking about. He was convinced that it was
something that was of no importance to him. Still, being responsible enough, he
tried to hear more of the conversation.
“Let’s keep him, I don’t think we should do that,
more over that will affect me, really a lot” his mother told, as if out of
pain.
Till now he was sure that the argument, may be was
for some totally different thing, but he started to feel bad and an unknown
reason behind.
“I do not think we can afford the child now, so
let’s get rid of the thing” he shouted, his father.
His mother yelled at the comment that he made.
“You won’t ever understand this, the child, I love
him, maybe we love him.”
“Are you going to get rid of the child? Abort it for
god, please don’t make this happen.” This time his father was calm.
He was terrified, thinking that he was going to go
somewhere else, most importantly; his father was the one who wanted him to go.
He did not know the word abort. He felt as if the word meant to throw out of
the house or something else.
More calm than he was in his entire life. His father
told making no special efforts, “You really should kill him”
He started to cry, he felt unsecured, felt as if he
was already killed and even felt the worst because he was going to be killed by
his parents.
He cried, he thought, he shouted in his mind but
could not go and ask them about his. Thought, that he would get killed just any
minute now.
He wrote a simple letter to his parents, thanking
them for taking care of him till now. Having no clue about pregnancy, he took
out this decision. Passing his dad he went to the balcony, he thought that he
might get a nice scolding but, unfortunately nothing of that sort happened. He
was too concerned for his parents to not let them do such a crime as killing a
person that too their own son.
As her mother saw him falling down from the 16th
floor balcony, she found the later James wrote, and went running but it was too
late.
Dear mom and dad,
I love you. I
know you both love me too; there might be some reason why dad wants to kill me.
I have no problem with that. I knew this is not easy for you. Do you remember
once you told that anyone will die if he/she falls from this balcony?
Please do not worry.
-James.
