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Subject: The Box chapter three Part three One email in particular caught my eye. It was ife’ Now listen I’m a logical man, years in the military had taught me that everthing had a logical answer and could be proven with science. But things over the last few hours had shaken my belief in that. Things could not be explained logically, the presence of the boy, playing happily on the rug at my feet was proof of that. I was in no doubt that he bore a remarkable resemblance to my younger self, with elements of my late wife’s features. Could he really be my son? What too was this strange email with the strange source? I didn’t believe in ghosts, ghoulies and things that went bump in the night, but then, something had gone bump in the night and left me in this strange situation. What I hadn’t expected, but was a reality that was growing by the minute, was the warmth and affection between my and the boy. But then, I didn’t really know him. He called me Daddy and I knew his name was Kris from the package labels on the Christmas Gifts that had materialised overnight. I hesitate for some minutes before I, holding me close could bring myself to open the email. When the mailer opened the message the first thing that hit me was a picture of my late wife, but not as I had ever seen her before. She was bahçelievler escort radiant and smiling. The message said,’ Hi Bill, I know you’re well, I visit you often, but you probably aren’t aware that I’m there. How are you getting on wil Kris? Is he behaving? He’s there to stay you know, he’s real. Time doesn’t matter here, nor age or anything that gives you pain. I’ll visit again soon, love you…..’ Tears welled in my eyes, and Kris, my boy, my son, saw them and came and hugged me and kissed me until a smile came back on my face. Whatever magic, trickery, supernatural, psychic, psychological, illogical, impossible, was making this happen, I was prepared to accept it and make it my own. My loneliness and self pity had gone. Me and my son , my boy, had a future together. ……. My cell phone bleeped and brought my back into reality. There was a message reminding me of my booking at the restaurant in one hour’s time. I had forgotten about eating! It was Christmas Day after all, I wasn’t a great cook and often went to a nearby restaurant for my meals. I had booked a Christmas meal for one, but I was sure they could find room for Kris! He was still in my arms holding me closely so I told him, ‘Come on son, let’s get smartened up and go bakırköy escort out for dinner.’ The boy jumped up, ran up to his room and re-appeared cleaned, hair combed, and wearing a white shirt with tie and grey trousers with polishes shoes. How did he do that so quickly, I was still going up the stairs to change! At the front door, dressed to the nines and ready to go I said to my boy, ‘Looking good, son!’, to which he replied ‘Looking good, Daddy!’ We did a high five and ventured together into the outside world. It was a ten minute walk to the restaurant, we went hand in hand, but not saying anything, it was a real Dad and Son moment. MY neighbour passed us on the walk and greeted us with ‘ Hello Bill, Hello Kris!’ He didn’t blink at seeing me with a boy and he knew his name! What? How? At the restaurant we were greeted at the door by the waiter. ‘Hello Bill, we got a table for two booked for you !’ Another what and how moment. The waiter came along a few mninutes later to take our order. I ordered the Christmas special and as the turned to Kris, he asked, amd what would ‘Sir’ like? Kris giggled at being called sir, I found the moment endearing. Kris asked the waiter for ‘The same as Daddy is having, please!’ The waiter balgat escort lifted an eyebrow with the comment, ‘Why not , he’s a growing boy!’ I had ordered a small bottle of white wine and a juice for Kris. Seeing me taste the wine Kris asked.’What does that taste like?’, so I poured a sip into a glass and passed it to him. He took a taste and pulled a wry face, ‘Bleurgh, that tastes like wee, I’ll stick with juice!’ I was going to do the usual joke of ‘How do you know what wee tastes like?’ but decided against it. The meal was superb and plentiful and followed by a rather large helping of Christmas pudding. I was totally full of food, as they say, stuffed. Kris hadn’t been fazed by the volume of food, having polished off the lot and had nearly eaten the plates and cutlery too. Kris said ‘Oooh I’m totally full!’ and peeled up his shirt to show off his visibly taut tummy. It was then I noticed something odd, Kris did not have a navel! Back home we settle together on the couch, cuddling close to watch some Harry Potter movie. By this time Kris had changed out of his smart wear and was back in his blue tracksuit, which I was later to discover, he almost lived in. I was sat against the arm of the couch and Kris was spread out with his head on my lap. I toyed with his hair as we watched the movie and my other hand was resting on his cute butt, which I began to pet like it was a small kitten. Appropriately, Kris laid there and purred, well, almost! His murmering was cute and at that moment I felt that I was the happiest man in the world. ……to be continued. Please stay safe and healthy and donate to Nifty

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