Charlotte is having green tea and a biscuit reading O, The Oprah Magazine.
Suddenly while she is reading an AD about female hygiene the door bell rings.
She walks up to the front door her shoes go Flip Flop, Flip Flop on the laminate floor.
The door opens and small boy in a t-shirt with a anteater on it is standing in front of her.
“Can I help you?” She asks the boy.
The boy scratches his nose and answers. “Hello ma’am, I used to live here.”
“Oh, right. What do you want from me?” All she could think of was her green tea going cold.
He gets a photo from his jacket’s pocket and holds it in the air.
“This used to be my pet anteater.”
She inspects the boy, and sees he is holding a shovel and is wearing a backpack.
“Uhh, Ok and then..” She says.
He puts the photo back in his pocket “His name was Frederik and my father buried him in the backyard.”
She doesn’t know what to say but says something things she heard on Oprah once. “Oh you poor boy.”
“You see I really miss him, you know he loved eating ants.”
He tells her with his head down almost sobbing.
She gets down on her knee, “You just need to be brave, and strong!”
“Thank you Miss, but i was wondering if i could dig him up from the backyard.”
He looks up at her with teary eyes.
He wipes the tears away, “So i can give him a proper burial in the backyard of our new house.”
And she got all emotional, dries her tears and lets the boy in.
“You are such an inspiration. Not just to me, but for us all.”
She tells the boy while they walk through the house into the backyard.
“Take your time, and if anything needs moving let me know.” She tells him.
“It’s ok he is buried near this tree.” He tells her, and she watches him dig.
He hacks his shovel into the ground, and digs as if his life depended on it.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead from time to time, which looks like he is removing his tears to Charlotte.
A bang is heard as his shovel hits a metal box.
Charlotte is standing on the front of her feet hoping it would make her tall enough to look over the boy’s shoulders and see whats inside.
“Is.. Is it him?” She asks.
The boy opens his backpack and puts the metal box on and turns around,
“Yes Ma’am. It’s …”
She gets emotional again and lets the boy out.
After she closes the door he opens his backpack, takes out the metal box and opens it.
Inside is a Gameboy, Color as he mentioned to his friends.
His friends are waiting in front of the house, they pat him on the back as he reveals the Gameboy.
Charlotte is looking at them from the window of her living room.
So inspirational she thinks to herself, his friends wait for him to dig up his beloved pet and make him feel better
by putting an arm around his shoulders.
She sighs deeply, inhales and wipes the tears from her cheeks.
And her green tea has gone cold.
“Gosh darn it.” She yells.
Suddenly while she is reading an AD about female hygiene the door bell rings.
She walks up to the front door her shoes go Flip Flop, Flip Flop on the laminate floor.
The door opens and small boy in a t-shirt with a anteater on it is standing in front of her.
“Can I help you?” She asks the boy.
The boy scratches his nose and answers. “Hello ma’am, I used to live here.”
“Oh, right. What do you want from me?” All she could think of was her green tea going cold.
He gets a photo from his jacket’s pocket and holds it in the air.
“This used to be my pet anteater.”
She inspects the boy, and sees he is holding a shovel and is wearing a backpack.
“Uhh, Ok and then..” She says.
He puts the photo back in his pocket “His name was Frederik and my father buried him in the backyard.”
She doesn’t know what to say but says something things she heard on Oprah once. “Oh you poor boy.”
“You see I really miss him, you know he loved eating ants.”
He tells her with his head down almost sobbing.
She gets down on her knee, “You just need to be brave, and strong!”
“Thank you Miss, but i was wondering if i could dig him up from the backyard.”
He looks up at her with teary eyes.
He wipes the tears away, “So i can give him a proper burial in the backyard of our new house.”
And she got all emotional, dries her tears and lets the boy in.
“You are such an inspiration. Not just to me, but for us all.”
She tells the boy while they walk through the house into the backyard.
“Take your time, and if anything needs moving let me know.” She tells him.
“It’s ok he is buried near this tree.” He tells her, and she watches him dig.
He hacks his shovel into the ground, and digs as if his life depended on it.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead from time to time, which looks like he is removing his tears to Charlotte.
A bang is heard as his shovel hits a metal box.
Charlotte is standing on the front of her feet hoping it would make her tall enough to look over the boy’s shoulders and see whats inside.
“Is.. Is it him?” She asks.
The boy opens his backpack and puts the metal box on and turns around,
“Yes Ma’am. It’s …”
She gets emotional again and lets the boy out.
After she closes the door he opens his backpack, takes out the metal box and opens it.
Inside is a Gameboy, Color as he mentioned to his friends.
His friends are waiting in front of the house, they pat him on the back as he reveals the Gameboy.
Charlotte is looking at them from the window of her living room.
So inspirational she thinks to herself, his friends wait for him to dig up his beloved pet and make him feel better
by putting an arm around his shoulders.
She sighs deeply, inhales and wipes the tears from her cheeks.
And her green tea has gone cold.
“Gosh darn it.” She yells.
