There, Emily took off her backpack, knelt down, and began doing something.
From where I stood, I could only see her back.
Then I heard the low voice of a man.
Emily quickly turned her head and whispered,
“Don’t worry… my dad will never come here.”
That was the moment I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stepped forward.
And when I finally saw what was actually behind those bushes, I froze. 😨😨
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There was no boy behind the bushes.
And there was nothing like the scene I had already imagined in my head.
An elderly man was sitting on the grass.
He looked at least seventy-five years old. He wore a faded gray jacket, and an old cloth bag rested beside his feet.
Emily was kneeling in front of him, taking paper bags out of her backpack.
I stood several feet away, unable to understand what I was looking at.