"It was ten years later when Jameson Parish walked up to the bus station, an hour early to pick up his sister, that he remembered the feeling of his mothers arms around his neck when he had walked in the front door of his house that day. He remembered his Dad standing only a few steps behind him saying sorry and he himself saying it back with his whole heart behind the words. But most of all, he remembered his younger sister telling him he was never to leave her again; he told her he would never do such a thing.
He walked through the glass doors and stopped suddenly, almost causing people to crash into him. There, on the exact same bench he had been on all those years ago, was the old man who had helped him realise. However, this time he was talking to a young girl around the same age he was when he was in her position. He watched the scene play out just like he was watching his own memory, as the girl’s walls of defence broke down and she realised she had made a terrible decision. She rushed past him and the old man smiled, got up and hopped onto the closest bus. Jameson couldn’t believe what he had just seen, could it be that the old man had been waiting for him? For him to make the right decision? Jameson only just came to the realisation of exactly how lucky he was. So when he looked around the bus station and spotted a young boy looking just like he himself had, bags and a thoughtful look, he made a quick decision. He took a seat next to the young boy. He would wait. No matter how long. For what is the point of receiving revelation if we can’t one day share it?"
I don't mind it. Hmm.
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