SIXTEEN-- THE RETURN OF A KIND MAN

It was then I noticed what the noise was all about. There in the middle of the compound was a big blue truck with several things in the boot , parked near Mark Tony's house, and in the truck was Mike Tony, shooing away the kids gently so he could alight from the driver's seat. There was a man sitting beside him. A man as tall as him. They were both looking cheerful and pleased to see the kids.

Mike Tony! Mike Tony was back. Immediately it registered in my brain, I ran towards him and jumped into his arms. He picked me up and rolled me in the air. Other kids begged to be moved that way, amidst happy laughters and rejoicing. I was heavy, but he moved me like I was as light as a feather. I hugged his neck and rested my head on his chest, completely forgetting my mother's errand.

The other man began to release the items in the truck. Other neighbors whose parents were around came out of their rooms to sneak a peek at Mike Tony. They hugged him and some shook his hands. He was indeed a