A child sat crossed legged under a tree. The boy was about 7. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes to match. Currently his eyes contained a look of sorrow and sadness. This child was Paton Yewbeam.
Just last month Paton had lost his mother in a horrible accident. His mother was pushed down the stairs.
This affected the boy. For days Paton would cry. He would hide in places where people would not see him. There he would cry, hidden from the world. He was a small boy who was alone and scared. His four older sisters showed no emotion. They acted as if nothing had happened. They completely ripped their mother out from their hearts.
"I miss you mom.." The small young boy cried.
The small boy sat there, alone in the woods, sitting under a tree crying. He was alone.
Or was he?
"Paton! Where are you?" A voice called.
The small boy didn't respond.
"Paton, please! Call me if you hear me!" The voice ehoed. The voice belonged to a darked haired man with grey eyes. This man was James Yewbeam, Paton's father.
"There you are Paton! I was worried about you." James Yewbeam ran over to his son and held him in his arms. "Paton.. Oh, Paton. Please stop disappearing. You're all I have left." James Yewbeam held his son close to his chest. So close that Paton could hear his father's heartbeat. Paton's only response was a quiet sob. Paton held onto his father and cried.
James knew that his son was suffering. He too was in pain. His beloved wife was takened away from him. Gone. But James wasn't going to break that easily... not infront of his boy. "Paton.."
"Mom died because of me. Because of my stupid endowment!" The small boy sobbed.
James was taken aback. He didn't know his son thought this. "Paton that's not true." James said firmly.
"Yes it is! She told Yolanda about me and then she died!" Paton stood up and screamed. "She died because of me.." Paton looked down not wanting to look at his father. He knew his father hated him.
"Paton! She didn't die because of you. It was all an accident." James looked hard at his son.
"You hate me.." Paton murmured.
"Hate you? I don't hate you Paton. I love and care for you. You're my son." James put a hand onto
Paton's shoulder. Paton tried to shake his father off but was too weak to. "Paton, it's okay to be sad."
"It's okay to miss somebody."
The small boy looked at his father, his eyes full of tears. "But it hurts to lose someone."
James' heart nearly broke as his son told him this. "Just because someone's gone it doesn't mean that you have to forget about them. They will always be there, in your heart." James tapped the spot where his heart was. "Don't you forget that."
And Paton never did. Everytime Paton felt alone or sad he would look into his heart and remember his mother. His father was right, just because someone is gone it doesn't mean you have to forget about them.
But this wasn't the end of Paton's story. At lot more was waiting for him. There's always a light ahead.