~BOOK SIX~

~BOOK SIX~

(22/2 9.24pm)

Two keys to two locks

And so they met. And then they talked. And they had tea and tarts, And then they said good byes and then they left.

     "Did you notice his hair? It was like some wig! So thick and lush!" Zoe, out of the blue blurted out.

Sarah was just by her side walking back to their home. She spotted this difference in Zoe. A star singer with a background fresh in mind and an aim in mind, and now all head over hills with this new guy. Brandon did really look like those guys girls actually stop and get a second look. He was those type of guys that simply love attention and yet keeps it to himself. A player? Not quite. Brandon has had a different past though he seems not to have one. Perhaps looks are indeed deceiving.

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The small cottage at the end of the road was a little to shaggy to live in. A boy lived there with his dad. His mom was away. Away for good. She left them for another man. All for the sake of the lures of wealth and lust. So, this boy at the age of 3 missed the nipples of his mother. He was given bottle milk. That was what his father could do. He was a farmer. Living only with barely enough to meet ends meet, Joseph was a man of honour. He knew his job and role, both as a mother and as a father.

And everyday, the same old thing goes on. The little boy wakes up. He is washed, given milk and then brought out to the lawn where his father will work the land. At noon, the man takes a break and have some bread. The little child is also given some milk too. His diapers are changed if they are wet. Soon, the man begins his job and the little boy watches his father. When the doves start returning to their nests knowing its going to get dark soon, the father stops. He carries his son in and washes him up. He is fed again. And the old man have his dinner. Later, they settle themselves down and get a good rest for another day head. And this goes on and on.

After 15 years, the old man got really sick. This time it was the son who was doing all the work. Luck had hit them some time ago. The government bought over their farm and land for some development project. They were given a brand new home near the town. The welfare aid came to his problems and provided them enough allowances, giving the small boy education and visiting them every now and then. And so the man was delighted with his new life. The boy who is now a young man learned the hardships in life and he had a mission; to track the woman who abandoned her son for another man.

News about the woman he was seeking got him more information than he needed. This woman who left her responsibility, married another man, a wealthy one. After years, the economy downpour affected the wealthy man's business and they had to scale down their luxurious life. They had a daughter. And the daughter is now 16. The man was also heard that he got into a serious car accident, leaving him on a wheelchair. And so, the woman, whom at first left the old man and her 3 year old son, now, for the past 10 years, had to take care of a man in a wheelchair and a little girl. Fate has always been fair. God knows when to give and when to take back.

And so the little boy moved into a new neighbourhood in which the girl, whom his mother brought up lived. The old man died of old sickness. And his son now, is on a mission to take what was once was his. He changed his name. Apparently his chose Brandon.

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And so watching the girls leave, Brandon found himself closer to his mission. The picture of a little girl, belonged to his mother, looked exactly the same as the girl who brought the marigold tea on the first meet. Zoe.