Just a Boy: An Inspiring and Heartwarming Short Story. Casey Watson

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      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       Just a Boy: An Inspiring and Heartwarming True Story

       Exclusive preview of Casey’s next title Breaking the Silence

       Sample from Casey’s heart-rending debut title The Boy No One Loved

       Sample from Casey’s shocking 2nd book Crying for Help

       Sample from Casey’s 3rd harrowing memoir Little Prisoners

       Sample from Casey’s poignant 4th title Too Hurt To Stay

       Sample from Casey’s latest inspiring true story Mummy’s Little Helper

       Casey Watson

       Acknowledgements

       About the Publisher

Just a Boy

      Kindness is a language which the deaf

      can hear and the blind can see.

      Mark Twain

      Dropping my shopping in the hall, car keys hanging from my mouth, I ran through the house to get to the phone before it cut off.

      ‘Hello,’ I spluttered, trying to catch my breath.

      ‘Casey, hi there,’ said a familiar voice. It was John Fulshaw, my fostering-agency link worker. ‘You sound puffed,’ he observed. ‘Are you okay to talk?’

      ‘To you?’ I replied, laughing. ‘Anytime. Do you bring me good tidings?’ I felt a ripple of excitement about why he might be phoning. Mike and I were between placements at the moment, a state of affairs I became bored with very easily. Perhaps John had a new child for us. Now that would really make my Wednesday. ‘Well?’ I finished.

      ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I do.’

      I was just about to ask him for chapter and verse when he continued. ‘But only of a temporary nature. It’s a fourteen-year-old boy who lives with his elderly grandparents and needs a place to stay just for a couple of days.’

      He went on to explain that this boy, who was called Cameron, wouldn’t be one of our usual kind of children, who mainly came from terrible backgrounds or were already in the care system. This was different. It was a lad who lived in perfectly agreeable family circumstances and who needed a place to go only because his grandmother had been taken ill and hospitalised. Apparently, Granddad, who was disabled, wouldn’t be able to manage on his own, which was why a place needed to be found right away. He also needed to be able to spend time with his sick wife, John finished, and obviously couldn’t be in two places at once.

      ‘And our lad’s a bit too much of a handful to be home alone then, is he?’ I chortled. I knew what fourteen-year-old boys could be like.

      ‘Not at all,’ John corrected me. ‘Quite the opposite – he’ll be no trouble at all. There’s just one thing you need to know, really. He’s blind.’