I had to share this wonderful short story by Gigi. She weaves such magical tales filled with love and hope. Do visit her page to find more treasures.
Everyone thought Billy, Bobby and Jimmy were brothers, I mean they did have the same last name, after all. But the truth is, the boys were not related in any way. Matt and Clarise Connely had Billy and then sort of picked up Bobby and Jimmy along the way.
They were living on Elm Street, in a sleepy sort of town, when Bobby started hanging around their house. He and Billy became friends and what was once a, “would you like to stay for dinner,” invitation quickly turned in to an every night occurrence. Bobby, it seemed, was afraid to go home. Clarise could see it on his face and in his manner. One night, when everyone went into the living room, she asked him to stay the kitchen for a moment. Clarise asked Bobby to sit down at the table, which he did rather reluctantly. She gave him a plate of chocolate chip cookies, right out of the oven, so the chips were soft and stringy, just the way he liked them.
“You’re almost living here,” said Clarise sweetly.
“Can I?” asked Bobby.
“Can you what?”
“Live here,” he answered in a rush, his eyes wide, chocolate smeared across his upper lip. “Please.”