Was I going to thank him? Perhaps yes. But for what was I going to thank him? A child is clever enough to trick his buddies but not wise enough to understand deep things of an old man.

He had stopped me from committing suicide for many days. Even I didn’t know why I was taking a child's random sentences with such seriousness. I have no idea why I was taking words from a toddler as divine intervention.

I gasped because my knees felt like they were being pulled out off my legs but I didn’t stop. I forced myself to walk by the help of my walking stick for more ten minutes. People who had seen me would have found peculiar to see a man walk with stick like crutches.

With each steps I could hear sound of water reach my ears. I am glad I haven’t lost sense of hearing. Few steps later I heard the boy's laughter mixed with lake's sound.

Being an old man full of zeal didn’t notice my stick fall from grip of mine. Most of all, I didn’t notice I was walking for a long time without stick.

I stopped and looked back with my beloved stick nowhere to be found. I felt emptiness within me as well as in my hand. It took me realize how legs felt without any pain.

Oh! The kid took my pain. I smiled, stomped with joy and sang whatever came in his mind. I literally didn’t know how to react.

Then I started to do something I hadn’t done for over ten years. I began to run like a child.

"Thank you, Lord. How can I pay for your gratitude?" I knelt as tears of joy rolled on down from cheeks.

I saw the bicycle after a while. If it wasn’t for the child then I would have been inside ground. Now I was on it with joy all over my face.

"My Lord. Please show up again." I yelled in laughter as I began to climb the crater's wall.

"Lord. You saved my life and granted my happiness." I burst into tears when I climbed down to reach bank, "I didn’t know who you were."

I climbed down like I was still in army and began to search of the boy. But I couldn’t see him anywhere. Still I could hear his laughter.

I realized the laughter was coming from behind a tree. The gigantic tree trunk was touching the water and it was enormous enough to hide a grown up behind it.

In a sudden laughter stopped and came a yell. The joyful laugh behind the trunk turned into scream until it stopped for good.

"My Lord!" I walked in the river, almost slipping on sand-bars underneath in every step.

"MY LORD!" I roared when I saw dark red blood floating towards me in shallow water.

The blood came slow, touched my feet and went around my legs. Less than an hour ago the boy had gone around me but now it was his blood.

Terrified I reached behind tree to find the kid's body torn from stomach. His mouth was open and was bloodies and his intestines were also floating in water.