Lost and found again
On the lonely road of cobblestone, he filed past this sleeping and dirty boy. Filled with compassion, this man brought this boy to his house. The boy knew nothing about who this guy was, but still followed. at the outside, it is cold, stinging cold. Then when the boy entered the house, it was warm, like vapour from hot water. He never knew such comfort.
Feeling glad with his new environment, he rested, slept and played. A year past by like that, many things happeniing in the house. The boy adopted the name of Jason. However, this boy is getting tired of it. The house is not so fun to him anymore. The man, now who he calls father, is always working like crazy to bring food to feed the boy, working so to earn money to maintain the house. Every evening, without fail, his father will surely bring enough food to last Jason to the next day.
One day, Jason's friend visited him. He brought Jason out, into the cold outside, to a place called a Bar. When he came back, he was happy.
As life went on for him, his friends visit him more and more, and he got out of the house more and more. Each time, returining home with happiness. At the age of 13, he was going out 3 times a week, and he learnt many things. He learnt how to play sports, learnt how to exercise, learnt how to make friends.
As time passes, he got influenced by the outside. He forgot the morale values that his father taught him. He picked up things like vulgarities as such. Therefore, at the age of 13, he left his father and his house, so to enjoy the pleasures of the outside. He enjoyed himself very much, hanging out in the cold with his friends, in the bars, in the pubs, and so forth. His friends taught him how to defend himself against the innocent. He learnt how to fight, how to bully. He enjoyed it though. At first, it did bother his conscience, but slowly after that, it did not. He bullied a lot, and used language with profanities widespread.
The day when he left the house, his father was looking out for him. Sometimes, he saw his father on the streets, this made him think about his father. But slowly, he began to forget all about his father.
One day, he went out with his usual gang, out there playing, then a lightning flashed, rain poured. They stopped their soccer match, his friends were already running for shelter. Jason chased after them to find shelter. He was running, when he tripped on a rock, and fell, his friends ran for their lives, leaving Jason behind. Jason, under full exposure of the sky, was screaming for his friends to help him. They looked back, but continued running. Jason could die at any moment. He was seperated from his friends.
This time, a stinging cold wind blew by, and it stung his face. He curled into a ball, thinking of how to die.
This time, a man hooded and thickly clothed so to protect himself from the winds, filed past him, picked him up, and walked away. Jason resisted to the man, for he thought it was some kidnapper but slowly, he stopped to resist, because he felt warmth. When Jason entered his house, he felt warmth, again, the warmth he never felt for one full year.
He understood. He looked at the man who brought him to his house.
Its his father.
He was so touched by his love that he cried and cried and cried. The warmth, the love, he could not stop. He jumped up and hugged his father, telling him "do you have to paint a thousand stars to tell me that you are my father? Why do you still bring me back? i am so different, i have failed you!!!"
"No, i have not to. I brought you back because i love you"
"But this is what i have become!!! will any father bring his son back for this?"
"This is because i love you. I accept and love you just as you are, no matter how bad you have become"
"O father, I will never leave you again"
