The day before his birthday
~At School~
It was Thursday, just a day stood in gap him and his birthday, his joy knew no bound. His brain was totally busy with end of the week fun that he would have with mother and father. School was continually exhausting for him.
~Lunch Break~
The present tiffin (lunch) wasn't delectable in any way, mother may have had been in hustle, she also works like father. It doesn't matter, Thursday nights were all fun, he thought. He'll stay with mother and when father gets back home they will play his number one games on his new X-box. What's more, Sunday was his birthday! No school on birthday was a reward. Yap
~Schoolbus~
He was super left returning home, searching forward for the phenomenal end of the week exercises he had been contemplating the entire day. He also figured out how to get his number one seat by the window and today nobody appeared to block or rival him on that. Day of reckoning he thought :)
Lost in his own reality, he didn't see his friends gazing at him occasionally. All things being equal, he was imagining his mother serving him pasta the moment he shows up home.
The bus stopped, taking him out of his fantasy sequence. It was his stop! He rose and quickly began strolling towards the bus door. No bye's, see you's or Tata's felt on his proud ears and keeping in mind that getting down he saw driver uncle smiling at him (or right?). Something was strange, yet it never struck him.
From the stop, it was scarcely a scaffold of 5 minutes among him and his nook of-fun (home). All through the manner in which he was singing his favorite song, playing with having a great time on his birthday this end of the week, bringing every one of his friends over for a saturday night stay, where they would play computer games and cut the cake.
With his home in the eye's scope, he was anticipating that his mom should be hanging tight for him in the gallery, as she does ordinary. Be that as it may, today she wasn't there. She should be occupied with some work, he thought. Stand by, the bright shades on the gallery window weren't there as well. The nursery plants were drying, their lavish green grass, had turned light yellow.
Sweat broke on his brow now. He dialed back, making little strides towards his home, his heart pounding so quick it frequently skipped pulsates together. As he went closer, he saw a huge lock on the main door. Everything kicked in at this point. A shudder went down his spine, he started weeping his cheeks as he began shaking, reviewing the most awful incident of his life, days before his birthday.
His parents were no more. They died some day back in a car accident. He presently stays with his auntie a couple of building down the line.