“What's wrong with you son?”, his father asked.
“Nothing”, as Walters usual answer.
“What is wrong with you, boy?” , his father asked in a more toned voice.
Then, Walter says “My legs hurt”.
His father and I looked at each other, so of course, we told him to take his pants down so we could have a look. Walter slowly undid his belt, and let his pants down at the diner table. And oh my, I was not expecting what was next. Walters legs, they were, bruised,and bloody. It is bad. My heart dropped when saw them. That is my son, and he was …show more content…
Walter stayed out of school for two days. I brought Walter his food, and set it on a chair in his room. I did not even say a word to him. I should have. I should have talked to him that night… But I just couldnt. I was honestly just hurt and disappointed at the fact my own son had lied on me. He had told a terrible lie on me. I just did not know what I was supposed to do. After two weeks, Walter was good as new. His legs had healed, and was perfectly fine. So, I decided to talk to him about everything.
“Walter come here for a second, please.”, i called.
“ Yes mam?”, Walter said curiously.
“ I just wanted to say, I love you, no matter is you make mistakes or not. I will always be here to love, and to take care of you. Family is important son. They are gonna be the ones there for you when everyone else leaves. I am not mad at you, for what you told your father. I would just like to understand why you told him that.”
“Mama, I told him that because I was scared. “
He told me what really happened. He tried to catch a ride on the back of a cab, and ended up getting dragged for a couple of