The Boy Who Lost His Kite

One morning, a lazy kid got up in total defiance of his mom asking him to do some errands. Instead of going straight to the kitchen sink, he went out to play, he brought with him his favorite kite that he never misses to wipe clean, the strings are quite old but its not obvious cause of how he cared so much for it.

And so he danced, and jumped, and played with his kite. He did not noticed an open hole just in front of their yard. Before he knew it, he stepped into it, and there was darkness all over him. He tried to shout to call his mom, but he was too far out of reach even if anyone cared to listen to him. He sat down crying, with a wounded knee and a sore feet, he tried to inch slowly towards the rough stones that surrounded him.

He stayed there, cause he can't get up, and no one is listening to him. Then he remembered he still has his kite with him, it was a bit broken as well because of his disobedience, but he carried it into his arms.

Days went by without anyone noticing that he is missing, he is hungry, tired and all wet, stinky and dizzy, he looked at his kite, it was silently staying with him. But one day, the kite just disappeared while he was sleeping, he was not sure if a rodent carried it away. He is even sadder to be alone without his kite.

He misses his mom, his room.. and his kite..

What could he do, it was all because of his disobedience, now the wounds at his back is eating the whole of him. So he decided to sleep again, hoping that he would never see that dark hole where he is trapped. He cried alone, he cried silently, he cried without a word..and then it was dark..

"When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them"