Flashback Friday (Untitled Short Story)
Zach was just a peppy seven year old boy, who always has an optimistic view of the world. Everybody loved his spunk and was friendly, especially if it’s someone who was grumpy. Nothing could stop the young boy from ever feeling sad, except that one fateful day.
As Zach was coming home with his big sister, Lana, his parents were sitting at the couch in the living room, watching TV. When Zach saw them, he ran happily to them and gave his parents a hug. “Mommy, Daddy, guess what?” Zach exclaimed happily.
“What is it, sweetie?” his mother asked with a warm, gentle smile on her face.
“I get to draw a portrait of my family and write a few sentences about them.”
“That’s great, sweetie.” His dad laughed and ruffled Zach’s hair.
“But something’s not right, though.”
Zach’s parents arched their eyebrows, and glanced at Zach quizzically. “What’s that, Zach?” his dad spoke.
With innocent eyes, Zach asked, “How come all of you look different from me? You all have black hair when I have brown. And you all have brown eyes when I have blue.”
His parents looked at each other, and then turned their heads to their little Zach. His mother sighed and exclaimed, “Sweetie, I know it’s hard, but everybody looks different in their own way. And, how do I put this…”
“What your mother is trying to say is,” his father interrupted. “children can be adopted.”
“What does 'adopted' mean?” Zach asked, looking curious.
“It means children don’t have a mommy and daddy, so other nice people will take them to look after them.”
Zach’s little eyes were swelled up with tears, and one fell on his cheek. “S-so you’re not my real mommy and daddy?
“Sweetie, don’t say that.” Zach’s mom lifted him up and set him down on her lap. She rubbed Zach’s back and continued, “We love you very much. It doesn’t matter if you have real parents or not. What matters is that you have a family, who would care for you and love for you very much.”
Zach sniffed and wiped his eyes with his small hands. “Y-you think so?"
“I know so,” his dad replied with a comforting grin.
Zach smiled back and hugged his parents. “I love you, mommy and daddy.”
“We love you too, sweetie,” they both said in unison.
(This was one of my old writing exercises. I had to spruce it up before posting it. Hope this story warms your heart. Oh, and if you guys can come up with a title for my short story, that would be great! I'm stumped :p)
As Zach was coming home with his big sister, Lana, his parents were sitting at the couch in the living room, watching TV. When Zach saw them, he ran happily to them and gave his parents a hug. “Mommy, Daddy, guess what?” Zach exclaimed happily.
“What is it, sweetie?” his mother asked with a warm, gentle smile on her face.
“I get to draw a portrait of my family and write a few sentences about them.”
“That’s great, sweetie.” His dad laughed and ruffled Zach’s hair.
“But something’s not right, though.”
Zach’s parents arched their eyebrows, and glanced at Zach quizzically. “What’s that, Zach?” his dad spoke.
With innocent eyes, Zach asked, “How come all of you look different from me? You all have black hair when I have brown. And you all have brown eyes when I have blue.”
His parents looked at each other, and then turned their heads to their little Zach. His mother sighed and exclaimed, “Sweetie, I know it’s hard, but everybody looks different in their own way. And, how do I put this…”
“What your mother is trying to say is,” his father interrupted. “children can be adopted.”
“What does 'adopted' mean?” Zach asked, looking curious.
“It means children don’t have a mommy and daddy, so other nice people will take them to look after them.”
Zach’s little eyes were swelled up with tears, and one fell on his cheek. “S-so you’re not my real mommy and daddy?
“Sweetie, don’t say that.” Zach’s mom lifted him up and set him down on her lap. She rubbed Zach’s back and continued, “We love you very much. It doesn’t matter if you have real parents or not. What matters is that you have a family, who would care for you and love for you very much.”
Zach sniffed and wiped his eyes with his small hands. “Y-you think so?"
“I know so,” his dad replied with a comforting grin.
Zach smiled back and hugged his parents. “I love you, mommy and daddy.”
“We love you too, sweetie,” they both said in unison.
(This was one of my old writing exercises. I had to spruce it up before posting it. Hope this story warms your heart. Oh, and if you guys can come up with a title for my short story, that would be great! I'm stumped :p)
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