Was It You?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Children Stories  |  House: Booksie Classic


A story told from the pov of a young child.

Submitted: August 27, 2018

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Was It You?

My best friend is coming home today. He has been very sick; so sick that I was not allowed to visit him. Even his Mom and Dad had to wear special masks when they went to see him.

I’ve been very lonely without him. I’ve missed him at school and at home too, because we only live a few doors away from each other. Normally we see each other a lot.

When he started to get better I sorted out some toys for him to play with, some comics and some books. I was still not allowed to go and see him because he was in a special ward where children were not allowed to go.

But now he is coming home.

I really wanted to draw him a special picture. All morning I’ve been trying but they come out all wrong. I have tried and tried to get it right, four pictures I have torn up, put in the bin.

And now Mom is calling me down to lunch. I’m never going to have time to get one done now. Just as we finish I see their car drive past. My best friend! I move towards the door, but Mom calls me back, says to wait a while. I don’t want to but she says I must give him time to get indoors and settled down.

You go upstairs for a few minutes and I’ll give them a ring, okay,” Mom says in her ‘don’t bother to argue’ voice.

I could stand at the top of the stairs and try and listen. I don’t though. I go into my room for one more go at a picture....and what do I find? There’s one there, finished, all colorful and bright. It’s perfect!

But who could have done it? Mom has been with me the whole time and there’s no one else here unless...I look at that yellow smiling face and ask, “Was it you?”

I don’t expect an answer and I don’t get one. Just then, my Mom calls. “Come on then. But just a quick visit today!”

I’ve no time to wonder, not now. Just pick it up and run down the stairs. My friend looks a lot thinner, tired, but he is smiling and I smile back. I hold out the picture and say, “Look what Pikachu drew for you!”


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