The Little Boy and the Dove - Page 2

He began to talk to the dove. The boy told the dove that he felt very, very, very sad, and that he missed his daddy very much. He told the dove that he loved his daddy very, very, very much, and that he didn’t know why his daddy had died. He told the dove that he couldn’t understand what some of the people at school and some of the people in the neighborhood were saying. These people were saying that hs daddy had killed himself, and the little boy told the dove that he didn’t know why.   

Every day, after school, the little boy would come to the swing set and sit on the swing.  And every day, the dove would fly over to the rock by the swings and sit on the rock.  And every day, the little boy would talk about his daddy, and he would tell te dove how he felt.  And every day, the dove would seem to listen and understand. 

One day, the little boy was telling the dove about a very special time he remembered, a time when he and his daddy drove to where his daddy worked.  It was a Saturday morning, and his daddy asked the little boy if he wanted to go to the funrniture store where he worked and work with his daddy.  The little boy remembered how excited he was then.  He remembered how special he felt to be able to go to work with his daddy that morning.  He remembered how he felt important, and how much he loved being with his daddy. 

As he began to tell his special story to the dove, the little boy began to cry. He missed his daddy very, very much and remembering that special day made him miss his daddy terribly. He stopped telling the story and cried, closing his eyes. He imagined himself sitting there crying, and he imagined how his daddy would come to him when he cried, and hold him, and say that everything would be o.k. the little boy opened his eyes and looked at the rock. The dove was gone. He felt even sadden now, because his friend the dove had gone away, too.

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