weird and sad little story
Hello my friends,
How are you? Im fine, I had a great week-end with my parents in visit here (even if my mum is the better to make me insane lol) and I eat a lot of chocolate (too much...:P). I have a story to tell, I have to tell someone.
There is a man, a hobbo in my part of city here I see since around last november I think. He's a tall man, young man, around last twenties I think, he's always in front of the same store. I see him almost everyday after school when I come back home. I cant explain why, but we have kind of relation we builted toguether: each time I see him I smile to him and him too. We say hello. Sometime I give him some coins. One time I gave him an orange. He has sooo beautiful et soft eyes. He's my favorite hobbo around. I know he live down the street, he has always the same clothes, his has beard and he looks lost.. But he has so sweet smile and his eyes smile when I see me. I know, weird, but I have kind of affection for him. Sometime, I walk down the street very late and when I saw him I feel in security. I know, weird.
Then, today, at the end of the afternoon, my mum told me that she saw a man been beated very hard in a park. She said that two men beat very hard one and his head knoked the street and he has blood in his face. I was shoked and then she said it was the tall hobo with the red coat. WHAT!!!???? It was my sweet hobbo!!!! I was sooo sad and not good. Mum said she was sorry, but she didnt understood why I felt like that. I just said it was my favorite. But really, I cant explain, its weird, but I feel so sad for him. Where is he now? Is he alright? Is he alone? Why they attacked him? I know I cant do nothing for him, but I'm sad and worried...
So, well, I just want to tell someone this story. I'm too shy to tell someone else. Just hope someone understand me. If you want to hug me, I take it. :)
*HUGS*
xxxxx
How are you? Im fine, I had a great week-end with my parents in visit here (even if my mum is the better to make me insane lol) and I eat a lot of chocolate (too much...:P). I have a story to tell, I have to tell someone.
There is a man, a hobbo in my part of city here I see since around last november I think. He's a tall man, young man, around last twenties I think, he's always in front of the same store. I see him almost everyday after school when I come back home. I cant explain why, but we have kind of relation we builted toguether: each time I see him I smile to him and him too. We say hello. Sometime I give him some coins. One time I gave him an orange. He has sooo beautiful et soft eyes. He's my favorite hobbo around. I know he live down the street, he has always the same clothes, his has beard and he looks lost.. But he has so sweet smile and his eyes smile when I see me. I know, weird, but I have kind of affection for him. Sometime, I walk down the street very late and when I saw him I feel in security. I know, weird.
Then, today, at the end of the afternoon, my mum told me that she saw a man been beated very hard in a park. She said that two men beat very hard one and his head knoked the street and he has blood in his face. I was shoked and then she said it was the tall hobo with the red coat. WHAT!!!???? It was my sweet hobbo!!!! I was sooo sad and not good. Mum said she was sorry, but she didnt understood why I felt like that. I just said it was my favorite. But really, I cant explain, its weird, but I feel so sad for him. Where is he now? Is he alright? Is he alone? Why they attacked him? I know I cant do nothing for him, but I'm sad and worried...
So, well, I just want to tell someone this story. I'm too shy to tell someone else. Just hope someone understand me. If you want to hug me, I take it. :)
*HUGS*
xxxxx