"Why?"
Ever since his father died, Marcus asked himself that question every day. So young, yet feeling so old and insignificant, Marcus's grades steadily declined as his mind was filled with thoughts and questions about life, death, and loss. Only seven, he has already felt life's harsh reality.
"Why did he have to die? Why?"
Marcus tried to remember happier times, time when his father was alive, healthy enough to play catch or take him to the park. Though they succeeded in forcing the morbid questions out of his mind, they also brought more sorrow. They served to remind him that the past is gone, that all he had to look forward to was an empty, lonely future.
"Why couldn't we be a happy family?"
He remembered that his father talked about retiring to spend more time with him. Marcus cried, reminded that it wasn't just his hopes and dreams that were crushed, but also his father's.
"Mommy?"
Back in reality, Marcus was horrified to discover his mother unconcious on the floor.
"Please wake up. Mommy! Don't leave me too!"
"What's the matter?"
"Uncle Falco?"
"What happened?"
Kneeling next to the unconcious vixen, Falco checked her pulse.
"Still alive. good."
Falco felt fortunate.
"Glad I decided to stop over today."
Grabbing the phone, Falco immediately called for an ambulance. Wrapping his arm around Marcus, Falco decided to stay a few minutes longer, at least until the ambulance came. In the meantime, he just stayed in that spot, thinking, asking, wondering.
"Why?"
