He was back again. That boy. He always came back.
He always looks so sad when he comes in here. It makes me feel sad, but I don't know why.
I want to make him feel better. So I did what I always do. The only thing I can do.
I gave him the gum wrapper I had. He took it and smiled.
I love his smile. I am glad I can make him smile.
Then the woman came in. She always came to take the boy away. I don't think I like her much.
The boy looked as sad as I felt that I felt about leaving. But still he left with the woman.
Now I am alone. Alone in this darkness until he comes back again.
But I know he will come back. He always comes back.