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A couple hours into the car ride he donated if they were taking a different route. He glanced at the GPS and it read 10 kilometers until destination. Where were they going he thought to himself. They arrived at England’s Health and Wellness center for children.
“Its the finest in the nation” his mother reassured. After his mother explained everything, he felt a little better knowing he could keep Toby with him. His mother insisted it would only be for a couple of weeks and then she held out her had and Christopher did the same and their fingers toughed. His mother was then gone and Christopher had settled into a room with a roommate named Hassan. He was a young boy from Afghanistan; his father sent him here to seek mental help. He was not in the room yet though, he was in his therapy session when Chris had arrived. One of the nurses had told Christopher all about Hassan though. He didn’t like the though of having to sear a room though so he began to have a panic attack and started barking at the staff.
A little while later, when Christopher was calm, Hassan walked into the room. the boy was very shy and timid but you could see behind his sad eyes, a boy with bravery and intelligence stood.
“Hello, its very nice to meet you. My name is Hassan” He leaned into shake his had but Christopher scooted back farther onto his bed. Hassan got the hint and lowered his hand. Instead he tilted his head and chest in a bow and then got onto his bed as well. Christopher pulled out Toby from his cage and sat him on the bed.
“This is Toby, he is my pet rat.” Christopher Exclaimed
“He is very nice.” Hassan replied “May I pet him, I have never really seen one as a pet before.” Christopher gently picked up Toby and placed him onto Hassan’s bed. As he stroked the rat he questioned Christopher.
“What are your intentions for being here”
“My mother told me it was for my own good, she told me it was for me to get better dealing with my father killing this dog, Wellington. She said it will only be for a couple of weeks though, so it should not be that long that I am in here. Why are you in here, do you know someone who has killed another thing?” After Christopher's Reply, Hassan put on a puzzeled face, but then he remembered where he was and didn’t think twice.
“No, but my father sent me here as well to get better. I am here for a couple more days, then I shall go back home to my father again.”Hassan lifter the rat into his hands and put it up to his face to get a better look at it.
“Do you think your better, I mean did this place help you. Are you curred?” Christopher questioned. Hassan thought about the question for a moment and then looked at Christopher.
“No, I’m not curred, i will never be curred, there are some things in life that you just have to live with no matter how hard they are for you. Am I better though, yes Christopher, I do believe I am better. This place has helped me to deal with my problems better then before.” Chris looked at Hassan with a half understanding face.
“I hope i get better, so I can go live with my mother again, I miss her.”Christopher cupped his hands as Hassan Placed Toby into them.
“You will, you just have to take it on day at a time, it will get better.” Hassan replied as he got into his PJ’s. Christopher placed Toby back into his cage and did the same. As Chris got into bed he repeated what Hassan had said.
“One day at a time.” Hassan flicked the light switch and got into bed.
“Goodnight Christopher”
“Goodnight”
