The bullets were missing.
The bullets in my gun were missing.
This wouldn’t worry me in most circumstances. Sometimes I empty it when I put it away. Most of the time I don’t.
It dawned on me I had a problem when my son came back cheerful after school. Not that it’s a bad thing that his mood is good, but the boy always comes home sad.
I asked him why he was so happy today. “Nobody bothers me anymore”. At the time I was overjoyed to hear it. He has the hardest time fitting in, and is bullied to no end.
One night he came in covered in vomit and bruises. He’d been kicked in the stomach so hard that it basically shot out of him.
The news reporter told the rest of the story.
3 local boys found dead in the forest.
Each shot several times.
My boy has never been happier.