Question

Write a story entry in 100 to 200 Words. While I got struck in the rain.......................

Answer 1

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I was walking on the shore when I suddenly heard someone sobbing, It just grabbed my attention and I began to look around. Suddenly I saw a little child sitting on a rock who was crying. It was around twelve at night. why he's here?why is he crying? And above all I couldn't see anyone around him, he was too small to be alone.I approached him, initially he was frightened but I calmed him down and gave him a chocolate to eat. From the way he ate the chocolate I could make this out that he was very hungry. I felt pity on him, he was a little boy around seven years old, his clothes were all torn. Now he was quite comfortable with me and I asked why he was crying.  He told me to look at those waves in the sea and asked how I feel about them. I said they are beautiful. But he made an angry face and said I hate them, these waves took my parents away from me ,I was just five and since then am wandering in this unknown city. No one loves me. His these words that No one loves me, just took me into a flash back. I suddenly recollected the dark memories of my life,  I recalled that I was an orphan and how a couple adopted me when I was four years old. They did a lot for me, because of them today I am the chief engineer of the biggest shipping company. They were in a sense my true parents but I was so unfortunate that I lost them in an accident nearly three years ago. I remembered how I always wanted to thank them for what all they did for me but I couldn't. I felt like god has given me this golden opportunity to be with this little boy, he was at the same situation like mine when I was a four year old little kid. 
Now it was my turn I told the little boy about my little old sad story and what I am today. Tears rolled down both of our cheeks. I saw his little innocent eyes full of tears and my heart was full of love for him, I asked if he would like to be with me. I was a thirty seven year old man he was seven, for the first time I saw that if I would have been married then my son would have been innocent like him. He was full of tears he hugged me and kissed me, he told no one has ever loved him like that after his parents death. 
Now there was a different kind of peace that we both Could feel on this shore. The little boy took hold of my hand and accepted me as his friend as his mentor. 

Today thirty years have passed am sixty seven years old retired man and the little boy is thirty seven ( just a coincidence).Now he calls me dad  and he is a renown surgeon.