A home-work writing - Kidnapping

Bài tập là viết về một tội phạm mà phải loại bỏ yếu tố phạm tội (tức là làm sao cho nó không sặc mùi phạm tội)

Last week, as I jogged along the deserted road, my T-shirt soaked with sweat, when suddenly...

Oh wait! There is something you need to know.  I lost my child when he was only five years old. He was a bright, handsome kid. God was too cruel, taking him away one month after he had measles. Measles! Can you believe that? He was all I had; he was the glue adhered our small family together. But he was still somewhere in this world, I knew it. 

I knew he cannot just leave me like that. So as I said, I was jogging and thinking about my miserable life when I suddenly I saw… my boy. He was standing there, playing with the soccer ball like he used to, in front of a big red house. 

Although he wore different clothes than the last time I saw him, I could still recognize his smooth white skin and hair like strands of sunlight. I remembered myself bursting into tears, running to him and giving him a big warm hug. 

Although he did not say anything to me and denied his own mother, it was fine. I was a bad momma, who worked all day and did not care for him, so he might hated me. “But I can fix that! As soon as we get home I will bake him cookies the way he liked it and play with him all day,” I thought. So I scooped him up with my arms and started walking back home. Gracious god! What have I done to make him hate me so much? 

He started to cry, yell and punched my chest continuously. Each stroke from his tiny hands was sharp and painful, like a knife stabbing my heart brutally.  After what seemed like eternity, he cried himself to sleep, just as I stopped to rest in a small forest. Having laid him down onto a old, dusty log, I went to the river nearby. The water was fantastic and tasty that day, it tickled my senses and refreshed my mind. I stored some in my water bottle for him too.

But when I came back, he was gone…

My mind stopped working and my arms drooped as if there were no muscles in it. The next thing I know was the surroundings running towards me, and wind blew furiously by my ears. I could not lose him anymore; I would not let my dear child be taken from me again. “Willie, Where are you?” I shouted out loud as I ran through trees and bushes, but only my own echo answered me. 

At that moment it felt like the whole world was collapsing right before my eyes. Tears flew from my eyes and dropped to the ground. Maybe the higher power have heard my prayers and sympathized with me, so I when I looked up from the ground I found him! He was running too, but his little feet did not allow him to go far. “Oh dear Willie, you should have told me you wanted to play hide and seek!” I thought. And I leaped forward, holding him by the arms. I cried, shedding the tears of happiness. And he cried too, maybe he was like me, so happy to find his momma again.