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|Lo Mejor Amegia (standard:fantasy, 2754 words)|
|Author: PeachiePie||Added: Jan 19 2003||Views/Reads: 1735/1256||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story of a young boy confined to a wheelchair and his words were so much misunderstood.|
Lo Mejor Amegia It was a cool afternoon in the fall of the year when Banjo saw a big white car stop in front of the little three-room house him and his Mom called home. This was the only home Banjo had every known in his short 8 years on this earth. Banjo was a very sick little boy that was confined to a wheel chair. On the outside he looked like a normal little black haired boy. Banjo enjoyed so much the days that the farm hands worked the fields close to his house. He would watch all day and dream that he was beside his Mom working every day. Mr. Majors owned the big farm and little house him and his Mom lived in. Banjo knew very little about him except he was a very kind man and his Mom and Granddad had always lived and worked there until his Granddad had died a year earlier. Now it was only Banjo and his Mom. Banjo knew very little English so he never talked around anyone except his Mom. She told Banjo a lot of the English words were bad and to be very careful what comes out of your lips. Banjo was very well taken care of but he spent his days alone while his mother worked in the fields. His days was spent alone just looking outside dreaming of running and playing in the fields. He kept beside him a little box that contained possessions more valuable to him than if it were to have been Gold. There were three little objects that would have meant nothing to anyone except Banjo. He also held on to his Granddaddy's Banjo. That was where he got his name. He had been playing it since he was 4 years old. His Granddad had modified the neck so his little fingers could cord. He made music just as if it came right out of heaven itself. A little tear formed in Banjo's eyes as he watched Mr. Majors and the young lady get closer to the house. Banjo could remember when his Granddaddy died Mr. Majors and a young lady made their way to the door. Than his Mom stayed home with him. He didn't understand the words they spook but Oh how he could remember the tears of his Mom as they helped her to the chair. Little Banjo's heart ached that day but he didn't know why until later his Mom said Granddad would not be coming home. Banjo watched as they got closer than he picked up his box and removed one of the items and clutched it to his heart. He could remember that day as if it was yesterday. His Mom taken out his little bible and read to him. Than there was a gentle knock on the door and it opened and Mr. Majors and the lady entered. They talked to each other very softly but Banjo couldn't understand. It didn't matter, he knew his Mom was not coming home. Mr. Majors kneeled down in front of him and Banjo saw a tear in his eyes as he gently spoke. Banjo didn't understand but he could tell his heart was not the only broken one that day. Banjo handed Mr. Majors his little bible for him to read to him. He taken it and opened it up to read but it was written in Spanish. Mr. Majors gave it back. Banjo felt more alone now than anytime in his short 8 years on this earth. Banjo heard the words that were spoken to the lady with Mr. Majors but he didn't understand. He told her he would have someone from the farm stay at night with Banjo and take care of him. They both watched as Banjo opened his little box and put away his bible. Inside were two small pictures. One was his Mom and the other was a very beautiful young lady. For the first time Mr. Majors heard the three words that anyone except Banjo's Mom and the girl in the picture come from his lips. He held to the picture of the young lady and said, “Lo Mejor Amiga”. Those words seem to make Mr. Majors angry. The lady with him became red faced. Banjo's Mom didn't like for him to speak those words because they seem to brother everyone. Banjo's Mom had told him a long time ago if you can't speak kind words say nothing at all. Banjo chose to say nothing because he didn't know what was wrong with those words. His Mom had promised to tell him when he was older but that day would never come now. The phrase that Banjo spoke while he had that picture in his hand sounded to English speaking folks was “MY WHORE AMIGA”. Click here to read the rest of this story (203 more lines)
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