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    When Hope is lLost

     

    They gazed at one another for a few minutes and then he broke out into a most beautiful smile and held up her bag. “Is this yours?” He asked her and when Bette realized that it was her precious bag she reached for him and held him close to her with gratitude filling her heart, whispering ‘thank you so much’ over and over again.

     

    When she felt safe again in her heart, she looked up at this amazing little boy and smiled back. He smiled at her again and said quietly with his halting speech, “Hi, my name Ozzie. Who you?”

     

    “Hi, Ozzie… my name is Bette, Bette Porter. Thank you for finding my bag and bringing it back to me. Everything that I have that is important is in there and I thought… well, when he took it…”

     

    “It okay, Miss Bette. Travis a klutz. I saw him push you and it made me mad. You okay?”

     

    “Yes, thank you for asking. Could I buy you something to eat to say thank you?” She said to him and then took a moment to really look at him. She realized then that he was probably homeless as she gazed at his tattered clothing and it touched her that he would help her when he had nothing.

     

    “You not have to do that… I just did it cuz I want to.” He said and after that stood up and smiled at her and then turned to walk away. Bette grabbed his small hand before he walked too far away.

     

    “Please, Ozzie, I can see that you probably don’t have a home, am I right? (He nodded at her.) And, it looks like it can be hard sometimes to get around?” She asked him and once again he smiled and nodded.

     

    “Yep, cuz I have CP, but it okay cuz this my home.” He said to her with a beautiful smile as he moved his arms into the air to say that the outside world was his home.

     

    “Well, that could be fine if it wasn’t for the fact that winter is just around the corner. Look, I’m on my way to check out a little apartment and I’d love it if you’d come with me and then we could go get some lunch and afterwards, maybe we could talk until I have to go to my interview for a job working at a gallery.”

    Comments

    1. bumsue – so nice to see a story written by you. You’ve been such a great supporter of many authors on this site (myself included) that I am happy that you are now getting the encouragement to write. Please continue with what I know will be a wonderful heartfelt story.

    2. What a great chapter bumsue.So different from the first.Loving this different take on Bettes new life in New York and her meeting Ozzie.So looking forward to your next update and where this story takes us.Glad you took that step to write a story for us to read and for the encouragement that others gave you to do so :)

    3. And there’s the kindness that Bette needed. I do hope Bette is allowed to be a foster parent to Ozzie. He deserves a home and Bette deserves the chance to repay the kindness she’s received. Thanks for the post. :)

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