Roscoe is, Roscoe just stopped coming to work.”
After a few weeks, I thought to myself, Damn, maybe I
shouldn’t have broke up with him. Maybe that was my
blessing from God. If he was my blessing and I shitted on my
blessing, that’s not cool. I need to find him and talk to him.
I went back to the address where I’d picked him up for
our date. ͳe same girl with Down syndrome answered the
door. She said Roscoe was gone.
“Roscoe left, Roscoe not here no more, but you still so
booty-full, you so booty-full!”
Nobody at his group home knew where he went. I even
talked to the lady that ran the place. She said she didn’t
know where he moved to or where he went. He left without
even telling them where he was going.
I didn’t know where else to look for him, or what else to
do. He was gone. He just vanished.
Nobody knew what happened to Roscoe.
I didn’t tell anyone about Roscoe and me. I just kept it to
myself.
I still have all these what if’s go through my mind. I
seriously think to myself, What if he was an angel from heaven?
What if God was testing me to see if I can have compassion and
overlook people’s physical handicaps and look at the beauty of their
souls? Roscoe was such a beautiful person, he had a truly
beautiful soul.
He was always so positive and supportive. Whatever I
said I wanted to do, everyone else put me down or told me I
couldn’t do it. Not Roscoe. He would always encourage me.
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(Ann)
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