A story

This story was told to me weeks ago but it turns out that i had saved it under my drafts and so, i'm posting it up.

That day my mom came into my room and we had one of those heart-to-heart chats we normally had and she told me that she came across an article that day that caused her to cry. It was about this 10 year old austic boy in singapore...he had long hair and his parents were divorced and he lived with his mother. They were very poor and the boy will always ask people for food(he dosen't beg)....hence, the neighbours living around the area knows him and call him ah boy.

His mother suffers from depression and many at times, she will lock her son out of the house and so, the boy will end up sleeping downstairs during the night. He will also prepare food and place it at the entrance of the door of his house for his mother to eat. one fine day as usual, the boy was locked out and so, he slept downstairs and this was brought to the police attention. So the police came to take a look and beng scared of the police, he ran away from the police and next thing that happened was, he fell off the building while running away from the police and was found dead.

Why does his life have to end this way? It was the question i ask myself the day my mom told me, and now as i post it up, its the question i'm asking myself again today. Nonetheless, i do believe he's in heaven with God.

Hope this reminds you to treasure your loved ones as life is really precious and fragile as well.