I looked down and saw Noah climbing on the pipe swiftly and I gasped in shock. He had already managed to climb half the way effortlessly and was now on the slippery part, struggling to push himself upwards.
"Noah, go away," I whispered meekly and he stared at me. All I wanted to was just hug him, but then I remembered Uncle John.
"I want to talk to you. I want to know if you are okay."
"I'm okay, alright? Now please leave." I may have sounded rude, but that didn't stop Noah from making his way up.
I sighed audibly and walked away from the window quietly.
"Hey, where are you going? Help me up." I could hear Noah's deep rich voice whisper-shouting from a distance. I ignored it and entered the bathroom to quickly fill a bucket with water. I carried it or rather dragged the heavy bucke
