A Running Away Story from Littleton, New Hampshire

By Adolfo Rudy Gelsi

This time I think it is more appropriate to start a different way to communicate, and make them realize that at the end there are many ways to help our kids when the situation gets worse and not finalize with a dramatic ending. I too have been a parent to four kids. Through this story I will examine my thoughts and maybe get a final conclusion that we sometimes create the problems that our kids encounter in their lifetime. If we would accept the necessity that our presence has in our kids eyes and listen when they have something to say without getting tired of approaching the discussion in a light manner, it may help create a bond that, in the long run, would give our children the ability to solve everyday problems without depending on us parents for the final solution.
This is a problem that effects millions of families around the world and I hope that some day this situation will arrive at a conclusion, and not always think selfishly by saying:

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669820390

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T his time I think it is more appropriate to start a different way to communicate and make them realize that at the end, there are many ways to help our

kids when the situation gets worse and not finalize with a dramatic ending. I too have been a parent to four kids. Through this story, I will examine my thoughts and maybe get a conclusion that we sometimes create the problems that our kids encounter in their lifetime. If we would accept the necessity that our presence has in our kids’ eyes and listen when they have something to say without getting tired of approaching the discussion in a light manner, it may help create a bond that in the long run would give our children the ability to solve everyday problems without depending on us parents.

This is a problem that affects millions of families around the world, and I hope someday this situation will arrive at a conclusion and not always think selfishly by saying, Why should I be concerned about what happens to others? I never will have such a problem with my kid (I hope), even if I don’t get involved directly with them.

I always think that my family is immune to such events. And most of the time I judged with sarcasm the way other kids from other families act, never realizing that maybe such family do the best to avoid such tragedy.

Remember, boys and girls, you are just born, and your life has just started and will continue for years to come. And time will come when you have to be responsible for your own actions. Today communicating is very hard because of the selfishness of the kids who always think they have nothing to learn from us adults. Boys and girls, creation of this new generation, we parents, of the past generation, put our future, fate, in your hands that will run the new world. You are the main subject. I can help invite you all and press very strong on this invitation to make you all understand that the new perspective of this new world is in your hands. Just stop for a moment, sit down and reflect at what you are ready to do, and think about the consequences of your actions. No one—and I repeat, no one—will resolve the problems that we all create in this polluted society. Problems have to be discussed to the end, to the time a solution is found. Remember, boys and girls, your life is just starting, and you too someday will be parents to your own kids. Now is the time to learn, take some time off from your activity, and reflect on your own future. If you don’t do that, your own kids will do the same, and the circle to create a better world will never come because of your selfishness, and the mistakes you make today will confuse the mentality of the newborn. I suggest that this chain has to be broken, and to do that, we parents have to work harder with the collaboration of our kids. This is a must. We will act like an authority and always be present to confront the situation, and when our help is needed, we have to be present.

The story that I will present in these pages could be real or fiction, all depends on the perspective that each individual sees. The notes that will help finish this drama are taken from stories happening all over the world. These two kids I will mention are real. The language sometimes is vulgar because the situations and the environment these two kids will find are above the ordinary.

The places where contingent of illegal will find refuge and day after day try to infiltrate themselves into the community to commit all sort of illegal acts.

The difference in ages, races, and status is of minor importance. Police all over the world have created a special force with the intent not to harm the children of the future. The problem will never be resolved, but saving a small percentage is a necessity. The task force will work very hard, putting hours and hours of hard work, searching, infiltrating the obscure scenes that sometimes are unacceptable. Today minors are bait; the continuing progress makes the difference. When I was growing up as boy, time came to be responsible of my own actions, and that came after a long period under the watchful eye of the head of the family, mothers always with the gentle approach and fathers with a rough voice so loud, making sure we understood the recommendation.

Today kids are different; the maturity they acquire at an early age is scary. Computer, television, magazine are the tools they use to infiltrate themselves into the world full of unexpected occurrence that eventually will damage their minds, advancing their age and surpassing the stage of a child before they can start acting like a man.

Never less talking about the little girls always on the alert since first starting opening their eyes.

For a family, the joy to bring a girl into this world is a plus, especially for the mom who always thinks eventually she will have a helping hand in the future, and as she grows up to be a young lady, she will restore some special bond among the whole family.

This is what we parents expect, unless we really get into reality of facts that into todays society the words child do not exist anymore.

The progress has changed the path of life, eliminating what being a child actually means, cancelling the word completely from the vocabulary.

Without realizing they move into puberty making them women ready to make the damage.

Ten- or eleven-year-olds, supposedly, should still be playing with dolls, doing homework, and listening to parents’ suggestions how to act with respect growing up. Instead, the computer is their new toy, lets them forget to maybe stay in the kitchen with mom and learn to cook and clean the house. Instead, they prefer going to the mall and hanging out with the boyfriend. The clothing that they have on to protect their precious body still smelling of innocence are not there; mini dress that is getting smaller and smaller to the point of showing the underpants, mini tops that are showing little breasts that are not yet fully developed at their age. It is in this matter that we parents are put with our back against the wall, doing nothing to correct unacceptable behavior. Between husband and wife, arguments start to turn into abuse and static raise because the only solution is divorce.

On paper, just 15 percent of marriages after kids are born stay together. Why does this occur? The reason is very understandable: The husband blames the wife that she isn’t capable of educating her kids when he is at work, and the wife blames the husband that he isn’t man enough to take care the kids’ bad behavior. The kids don’t care about what is going on in the family; they continue with their own activity. The damage is already done. The parents soon will separate, and divorce is imminent, and for the kid, it will be the right excuse to take matters in their own hands, doing what they want without having the necessary correction on what eventually will make a negative mark on their future.

The reality of that fact that will make these two kids from a divorced family a story realizing the situation that running away can encounter in a punitive sense of guilt for both parents.

The circumstances that we’ll explore to stabilize the understanding of life would be harsh. The words, the events that will take place on this journey will eventually create some criticism; he or she will, for a moment, stop and reflect (about if this would happen to my family).

I as story telling I will try to report it as clean event the two children will remain children and make the course of their age before they become adults.

The families involved are the usual ones, not rich or poor, just middle working class families living in a neighborhood where everybody knows one another, minding their own business, congregate in the same church every Sunday, and will come up when there are festivities or holidays, like birthday.

In the outside, everything seems normal: the kids playing together, respectful toward each other; no one in the neighborhood had a bad voice about anybody else. In Parker Village, few families raise their kids as a single parent and never gossip about anybody, and that was one of the reasons everyone respects one another. The privacy of each family was contained, but the situation is different behind closed doors. The problems that arise day in and day out were enormous. The respectful kids were not so respectful with the family. They spend hours on their cell phone, computer, or television. You can keep them busy talking about what happened in jail (school; this was the name that they give to school) or at the mall. Doing homework or helping clean the house was last thing on their mind. Every day of school changed their life completely. The new faces give them new ideas and different perspective of life outside the familiar nuclear. The confusion that created inside the small mind was already doing the damage necessary and didn’t take long before the parents of these two kids start to realize the changes lost control to correcting and advise them.

It’s 5:30 a.m. on a Monday. It was still dark outside. The weather that day in the middle of February sent chilly breeze against the closed windows, but that did not stop Mrs. Clack, who, like a clockwork, got up from her warm bed and started her daily routine: cleaning her bedroom, taking a shower, and getting dressed before directing herself in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her two kids. Laura, who turned twelve years old few weeks earlier, was turning out to be a young lady, having broken the wall of puberty, but still a kid to her mother. The seven-year-old boy Jonathan was always attached to his mother, telling her everything that was going on around him. Mrs. Clack always appreciated the bond between them, which eventually would make a strong and better relationship in the future. She was a divorced mom.

Soon the sound of the alarm clock broke the silence in the house. Mrs. Clack stopped doing some cleaning in the kitchen down the stairs and shouted to the two kids to get up. It was six-thirty, and they should be starting to get ready for school. Jonathan, as usual, had no problem. He always gets up before his sister, fixes his bed, and goes right into the bathroom, washing up before putting his books and everything he needs for school into his back sack for a day of learning. Then he goes down into the kitchen where his mother had his breakfast ready for him.

Jonathan: Good morning, Mother.

Mrs. Clack: Good morning, son. Did you sleep well? Is your sister up yet?

Jonathan: I don’t know, Mother, maybe she is still in bed. You know how hard it is for Laura to get up in the morning. If you don’t mind, I would like to start eating my breakfast. I am hungry, and I also don’t want to miss the bus for school.

Mrs. Clack: Okay, Jonathan. I made you some toast and two eggs the way you like it. Last night you didn’t eat enough, and I am sure you are very hungry. You can start eating, and I will go upstairs to see if your sister is up.

Jonathan: Thank you, Mother.

Mrs. Clack left her son eating and went upstairs where the bedrooms were located to check on her daughter Laura. Her bedroom door was still shut. Mrs. Clack knocked at the door before entering, and when no one answered from the inside, she opened the door and noticed that Laura was still in bed with the blanket over her head. That’s when the sense of responsibility took over. She got close to Laura’s bed and pulled her blanket covering her body still in a sleeping motion.

Mrs. Clack: Hey, young lady, do you know what time it is? Get up! You will be late for school. The breakfast is on the table. Your brother is ready to leave, and you are still sleeping. I will give you five minutes to get ready. I will wait for you downstairs. If you don’t got time, you will be going to school without breakfast.

She left Laura’s room, leaving the door open.

Laura woke from her mother’s outburst in her room, sat on her bed, and looked outside of the window.

Laura: Oh no! I really don’t feel like going to school today. It is so cold out