[ WP ] Your first born child is terminally ill and the only option left is to pray . One day the prayers begin to work but they work too well . The last time you saw your child was on the news , rampaging through the streets .

Jack closed his eyes, and drifted off into sleep. The EKG slowed, and then suddenly stopped. I saw it coming. But I took it hard. 
 
 `` No no noooooo how could this happen? God, how could you let this happen to my baby? ``, I sobbed. 
 
 Cancer took Jack at only 11 years old. I knew I would never be the same. 
 
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 Two days later, I switched the TV to the news. And what I saw I could n't believe. A kid just like Jack, but a bit'clearer', if that makes any sense, was in Times Square. Well, more like on Times Square. This kid had to be like 50 feet tall, and proportionately as heavy and wide. I could n't help but think it looked like Jack. It had to be Jack. I started panicking, and quickly threw the remote at the TV. It cost $ 220 to repair, but that's not the point. Jack was back, I saw him. 

