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I was walking down the street one day and i saw a little boy of about 6years old sitting alone on the side street with his face buried to in his arms i was startled and wondered why a little will be sitting in the middle of nowhere like that so i approached him and asked him why he is sitting down here instead of going to school then he lifted his head up and i saw that he was crying and i was very touched and moved so i asked him why are you crying then he answered "my daddy is dead and i can't go back to that house again" my heart sunked Then in his little wisdom he asked me "where has my daddy gone to heaven or hell" i didn't know what to say then he buried his head and cried again and i sat down with him and we communed about alot of things before i escorted him to his school then i told him don't cry one day you'll see your daddy again and he smiled and whisper into my ears and said thank you uncle. As i was leaving i thought to myself does that boy truly know the impact of his father demise? as i walking to my destination in my mind i quickly offered a little prayer for God's continuos provision and protection to the boy's family cos it's not easy.