The Lost Boy

Hello young readers, I am the heroine of these children’s books, and I am 8 years old! These stories are from my life and I have told them to my parents. My parents have created these books so that I can share my adventures with you. I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences as much as I enjoyed living them. Remember, just like me, you are special and can do amazing things. And always remember, your parents love you very much. With love and adventure, Yours Whyia

One sunny day, Whyia was taking a stroll through the park when she heard the sound of a little boy crying.

She followed the sound and found a young boy sitting on a bench with tears streaming down his face.

“Why are you crying, little one?” Whyia asked, kneeling down beside him. The boy looked up at her with a quivering lip.

“I can’t fi nd my mommy,” he said between sobs.

“When did you last see her, and what does she look like?” asked Whyia. “She is blonde and wearing a red jacket and blue jeans… she was here when I was feeding the doves, but I walked closer to the river, and now she’s not here.

I’ve been alone for so long!” the boy started crying louder. “And I’ve been calling her, but she’s not answering!”

“Don’t worry,” Whyia said, “I’ll help you find her. Stay here; don’t go anywhere because she might return and find you on this bench! I’ll be back soon.”

Then Whyia quickly said, “Look at me; here I stand! Not a girl, but a car instead!”

She transformed into a car and drove around the park, looking for any sign of the boy’s mother.

fter a few minutes, she spotted a police car parked nearby and decided to approach it for help. “Excuse me,” Whyia said as she pulled up beside the police car, “I found a little boy who is lost. What should I do?”

The police car replied, “You should ask a policeman for help. Or ask an adult to call the police if there’s no policeman around. If you’re in the shop or somewhere similar, there are guards to help you. Or any woman with children or even a worker. But here, since you’ve already found me and my policeman, I would advise you to talk to him.”

“And remind the boy to stay in one place so he doesn’t get even more lost.”

With the police car’s advice in mind, Whyia said, “Look at me; here I stand! Not a car, but a girl instead!”

Whyia transformed back into a girl and approached a nearby police offi cer. “Offi cer, there’s a little boy who’s lost,” she said. “Can you please help us fi nd his mother?”

The offi cer nodded and followed Whyia back to the boy. Together, they asked him some questions to help determine where his mother might be.

Suddenly, the boy’s face lit up as he saw a woman walking toward them.

“Mama!” he cried, running over to her and hugging her tightly.

The mother, relieved and grateful, turned to Whyia and the police offi cer. “Thank you both so much,” she said. “I’m so glad he wasn’t wandering around alone for too long. I had a phone call, and I was walking around while talking, and before I knew it, I was lost, too!

There are so many benches here, and the lake… I was trying to fi nd him on the opposite side, I think! I was looking for the right bench when I heard my son calling me. I followed his voice and, fi nally, I found him! I’m really glad my son didn’t run somewhere else trying to fi nd me.”

The police offi cer smiled. “Remember, kiddo, it’s always best to ask adults for help when you’re lost,” he said.

Whyia nodded in agreement. “And it’s always important to stay in one place so people can fi nd you,” she added.

With the little boy safely reunited with his mother, Whyia smiled and continued on her walk through the park.

She helped someone, and it was a really cool feeling; she was proud of herself.