Toby's going up and down on the swings. He keeps asking me to push him higher and higher. His laughter always makes me smile. He keeps me going, I love spending every day with him.

These days all I do is work. Nothing but work, work, work. I hate this job, I hate my life. I miss Toby.

There was an accident not too long ago. He was just fine, we were at the merry go round. I turned around for one second, and soon he was just, gone. I searched everywhere for him. I looked and looked until I couldn't move no more. Then I got the call, they found him.

He was in critical condition, I went to visit him in the hospital the minute I could. He was so shooken up that he couldn't even look me in the eyes. Exactly 3 days after that visit, Toby passed away.

It's been a year since his death, I see him sometimes for some reason. I walk towards my room and I can see him playing with his blocks. They haven't been touched since the day he left home.

I can't take it anymore, I miss him too much. I walk out of my house, locking my door for the last time. I start to run without realizing it, I feel something bump into me.

I look down and see a small child. "Excuse me mister, are you okay?" Something inside me brightens up, it's an old feeling.

It's just like I have Toby back with me.

thanks for the prompt sonny boy :)