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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | The rain was making a deafening pitter-patter echo up against Shego's beautiful, delicate, and precious umbrella. Her workbook and drawings were drowning in a puddle on the ground because Shego had become weary of hauling it around. Busses had long gone and here stood one forlorn little child clutching her umbrella pessimistically.
Normally the five year old would be splashing gaily through the puddles and slapping together mud pies. But today was diverse. It was a different rain; it hastened with her heart beat. Ms. Carlson had left right at the bell; she was in such a hurry, she didn't notice her neglected pupil. She was one little girl against the big huge world.
Shego turned around swiftly. She could have sworn she had heard someone calling her name, it was anomalous. She listened more carefully and this time she picked up a familiar cry calling, "Shego! Shego!" It wasn't her imagination; Hego was rushing towards her with great speed.
"I'm here!" Shego screamed as she saw the pale dark-haired boy sprinting towards her. Shego hastily gathered her soiled book from the muck and held it away from her elegant lady-like coat. "Shego," Hego exclaimed breathlessly, "Let's go." Shego whined as he dragged her quickly across the street. "Where's daddy?" Shego asked instantaneously as her umbrella was forced backwards by the wind. "Close that!" Hego commanded as they staggered down the next block. "What's going on?" Shego whimpered worrying her boots would get spoiled from her tramping in the mud.
"Sis, I gots lots to tells ya." "You run all way?" Shego inquired her brother as she adjusted her soaking load in her arms. "Yep." "Wow." Shego's mouth was perfectly round, her big brother was so strong and unstoppable. "What'd ya wanna tell?" Shego said stopping a moment to catch her breath. Why were they running anyway? "Daddy is --- Daddy is hurt." Her brothers words were grave and fragile. "Hurt?" Shego repeated quietly as she huffed to catch up with her brother. Hego nodded and Shego noticed that tears were welled up behind his eyes. "Will a band-aid fix it?" Shego asked innocently and her brother shook his head letting the tears come. "He's in a vegetative state." Hego slipped out holding back a cascade of emotions. "Veget - a - tive?" Shego repeated trying to adjust her drizzle cap so it was appropriately placed on her head.
Hego touched her shoulder and tried to tell his sister gently. "He's alive, but he can't be our Daddy anymore." Hego chocked on the words as he held his baby sister close. "How come?" Her eyes were beginning to look a little red. "He's living, but with lots of help, and he doesn't . . ." Hego paused and chose his words carefully, "He doesn't have time for us any more." Hego was only a few years older than his sister but he had become a man before Shego had learned how to buckle her own shoes. He took his role as the oldest brother very seriously. But as the saying goes, it takes a strong man to cry, and oh how the lonely siblings wailed as they dejectedly headed down their own street to their lone home.
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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | The rain was making a deafening pitter-patter echo up against Shego's beautiful, delicate, and precious umbrella. Her workbook and drawings were drowning in a puddle on the ground because Shego had become weary of hauling it around. Busses had long gone and here stood one forlorn little child clutching her umbrella pessimistically.
Normally the five year old would be splashing gaily through the puddles and slapping together mud pies. But today was diverse. It was a different rain; it hastened with her heart beat. Ms. Carlson had left right at the bell; she was in such a hurry, she didn't notice her neglected pupil. She was one little girl against the big huge world.
Shego turned around swiftly. She could have sworn she had heard someone calling her name, it was anomalous. She listened more carefully and this time she picked up a familiar cry calling, "Shego! Shego!" It wasn't her imagination; Hego was rushing towards her with great speed.
"I'm here!" Shego screamed as she saw the pale dark-haired boy sprinting towards her. Shego hastily gathered her soiled book from the muck and held it away from her elegant lady-like coat. "Shego," Hego exclaimed breathlessly, "Let's go." Shego whined as he dragged her quickly across the street. "Where's daddy?" Shego asked instantaneously as her umbrella was forced backwards by the wind. "Close that!" Hego commanded as they staggered down the next block. "What's going on?" Shego whimpered worrying her boots would get spoiled from her tramping in the mud.
"Sis, I gots lots to tells ya." "You run all way?" Shego inquired her brother as she adjusted her soaking load in her arms. "Yep." "Wow." Shego's mouth was perfectly round, her big brother was so strong and unstoppable. "What'd ya wanna tell?" Shego said stopping a moment to catch her breath. Why were they running anyway? "Daddy is --- Daddy is hurt." Her brothers words were grave and fragile. "Hurt?" Shego repeated quietly as she huffed to catch up with her brother. Hego nodded and Shego noticed that tears were welled up behind his eyes. "Will a band-aid fix it?" Shego asked innocently and her brother shook his head letting the tears come. "He's in a vegetative state." Hego slipped out holding back a cascade of emotions. "Veget - a - tive?" Shego repeated trying to adjust her drizzle cap so it was appropriately placed on her head.
Hego touched her shoulder and tried to tell his sister gently. "He's alive, but he can't be our Daddy anymore." Hego chocked on the words as he held his baby sister close. "How come?" Her eyes were beginning to look a little red. "He's living, but with lots of help, and he doesn't . . ." Hego paused and chose his words carefully, "He doesn't have time for us any more." Hego was only a few years older than his sister but he had become a man before Shego had learned how to buckle her own shoes. He took his role as the oldest brother very seriously. But as the saying goes, it takes a strong man to cry, and oh how the lonely siblings wailed as they dejectedly headed down their own street to their lone home.
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