A Not so Happy Easter~Fiction

It is Easter morning. As I am riding my bike around the neighborhood, I spot a little boy in the distance. He's walking slowly with his head down. His clothes, ripped and dirty. The little boy seems heartbroken and betrayed. He stops in shock, and turns his head slowly to a house. He stares into the window with his longing eyes at a family enjoying themselves, hunting for Easter eggs, and eating candy. The boy's eyes start to tear up as he dreams of his family on Easter morning. The boy looks down, knowing that dream will never come true. He continues to walk down the sidewalk and suddenly collapses to the ground crying. The little boy wanted to cry out to his mom, but nobody will hear him. He finally rises to his feet, and continues walking down the sidewalk with his heart broken.

As he is walking down the sidewalk, his mind goes into a flashback. He remembers, on one Easter morning, his family was separted; seperated like oil and water. He remembers, on one Easter morning, his family left him; left him like a toy on an airplane. He remembers, on one Easter morning, that he will never find his family again; he won't find them like finding a gnat in acres of grass. His mind returns to reality. He's breathing heavily, in and out. He looks to the sky and wishes to see his family again, with all his heart, he wishes. His eyes gazed back down to the sidewalk, and he continued walking, and walking, and walking, till I couldn't see him in the distance anymore.