The Boy and the Red Balloon

The little boy sat quietly on the floor, wrapped in a white, grey and black sweater. His head was bowed and his gaze was distant, as though he was lost in thought. He seemed almost unaware of his surroundings, including the small red balloon hovering just beside him. A single tear slowly slid down his cheek and into the folds of his sweater. He had been sitting there for a while now; quietly contemplating life and all its complexities. He felt so very lonely in this big world where everyone seemed to have something or someone to turn to except for him. No one really understood what he was going through and it seemed like no one even cared. In an effort to feel better, he had taken some s...View all