![]() You would want to tell the world how much you miss your darling son. You would want to make him know how much you value every moment with him especially if he is reachable. In a situation like this, as a mother or father, you would wish you could hold him close by your side every moment of the day. What then happens when someone as dear as a son is away from the parents? Maybe for education purposes, marriage, work, relocation, travel or even death. They ensure their parents are fine and stand for their siblings if any, either older or younger ones. Some sons can really be nice, caring, loving, patient, protective and hardworking. A hail of stones crashed into the small living-room, smashing the remaining panes of glass in the window, their force retarded by the obstructing flapping curtains.How do you handle it when you have a son who is away from you and you miss him so much?Ī son is one of the most important persons in the family, not even when he is the breadwinner of the family. 'What the hell' Professor Newman was on his feet immediately. 'Did you get through?' Newman gave way to a fit of coughing. One of them bad an axe, and he heard the woodwork of the front His reply was greeted with guffaws, and more of the youths began crowding into the tiny front garden. More stones and bricks showered into the room. There was a howl of pain, and the improvised torch fell to the carpet. Newman struck downwards viciously with a heavy glass ashtray, catching the youth on the forearm. 'I'll try and keep 'em talking in the meantime.' 'Dial 999,' he said pushing Susan gently away. The curtains blew inwards as the warm breeze of a hot summer's night wafted through the smashed pane. A heavy object thudded on to the carpet and bounced against the fireplace. Her attempts to raise his spirits were interrupted by a crashing and splintering of glass. The scene which met his eyes caused him to catch his breath. Newman pushed her behind him and moved to the window, parting one of the curtains slightly so that he could see outside. 'Come on out, Newman' Someone was hammering and kicking on the front door. The big fellow, the one who had done most of the threatening and shouting, pushed his way to the front and grabbed Newman by the front of his pullover. Youths crowded into the room, young faces twisted into expressions of hate and fear. The fingers gripped a rolled newspaper, the flames licking at the nylon material, igniting it instantly. Then he heard her scream, 'Let go of me 'Ī denim-clad arm was thrust in through the flapping curtains. He looked up, trying to see her through a forest of legs. It felt as though a rib was broken, but his main concern was for Susan. Boots thudded into his body, and he groaned aloud. His eyes were smarting from the smoke, and only the coolness of the night air on his face told him that they were outside. Then let's just pray they get here in time.'įists were pummelling him the whole time. It was only a matter of minutes before the entire bungalow became an inferno. 'Let go of her' Newman's voice was lost in the shouting, and he felt himself being pulled along with the crowd. 'What d'you want?' Brian Newman shouted, and dodged back as another stone came whizzing into the room. Others were clustered at the front door, pounding with their fists. There were some twenty youths gathered on the pavement outside. Dear sun i miss you from moon free#'Shut your trap' The other struck the professor across the face with the back of his free hand, and Newman tasted blood in his mouth as he staggered back. Three of them had hold of Susan, and were dragging her screaming out into the hall. ![]()
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