A moving piece of descriptive writing

Tombo

by Roslind

He watched his parents leave that day. He hugged Theo tight, knowing that they’re now family. He gave his last glance at his aching, tired parents and walked off into the distance.

Tombo has dark skin, with dark brown eyes. He has plumped-up lips and hair with tiny curls all over. He is shirtless with dry mud stuck to his bare body.

My parents are gone, he thought. I’m now alone. It’s just me and Theo.

Tombo lifted Theo off his shoulders and made him walk on the hot, dry sand. Holding Theo’s hand, they finally got to the hut and sat down.

“We have a celebration tonight, Theo!” he blurted out. “Mama and Papa are off to visit our grandmother. They will be back before we know it,” he said, trying to cheer himself up.

Theo looked up at Tombo in confusion. Tombo picked up the small bottle of water. It had about two teaspoons of water left.

“Here,” he handed Theo the bottle of water “for our celebration.” Theo took a sip of water then handed it back to Tombo. “There’s nothing left, you ugly monkey!” He swung a hit at Theo leaving him on the ground bleeding. Tombo yelled out the loudest sob he had ever done before, “I’m sorry,” he shouted. “Please wake up!”