Emerson Ford:-
After hailing a cab we headed to Aunt Martha's house because she is the only person we can trust and a shoulder to cry on. She is like a second mother to us. She raised and looked after us when mom and dad were at the office busy at work. The whole ride Emerson and I stayed silent looking out of the window and once we reached Aunt Martha's house we paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. We knocked on the front door of her house.
" Who is it?" her voice came.
" It's Edwin and Emerson, Aunt Martha," Edwin replied in a low voice. The door opened and came Aunt Martha into view.
" Ed and Emery, is everything alright? What happened? What are you doing here this late?" Aunt Martha asked. In answer, we both hugged her tightly and burst out crying pouring all our emotions o
