I rang a bell,
Amd it made a sound.
It didn’t have a trail,
But it went around.
I waited for someone to open the door.
A little boy opened it,
And said-“Sir, my name is Timothy More.
My dad is a policeman, mum’s a doc.
Both of them are out,
So, for what did you knock?”
Before I could answer him,
His dad came back from work,
I said to him-“Good day sir, it’s for you that I did knock”.
The father-“Do I know you sir?”
“No sir”-I replied.”But I know your childhood friend Jonathan.”
The father-“Yes, Jonathan my childhood friend.What’s with him? How is he? Is it for him that you did knock?”
Me -“Indeed sir. Well sir, he is now in an another country and is well.
He gave me this kite of yours which didn’t have a tail and with it he has given a letter and a box of chocolates. “
I gave it to him and tears came to his eyes.
For moments he couldn’t hold himself.
The kite had belonged to his granddad,
And he and his granddad had played with it a lot.
But he had lost it to Jonathan in a match of kite fight.
The kite’s tail got torn as it was stuck in a tree, hence it was a tailless kite.
He hold onto his kite, like a boy holding onto his beloved toy and tears flowed from his eyes and splashed on his uniform.
Timothy came and hugged him,
And asked him-” Dad, what’s the matter?
He replied-“Nothing my dear son.My old friend has just returned my favourite childhood toy.”
I took his their leave and told him that Jonathan would soon visit his own country again and at that time he would definitely meet with them.
Timothy’s father nodded his head and went inside his home with Timothy.