Josef From Refugee Novels & Stories

One year later, at a border refugee camp in Amaran, Eleanor wiped down her camera, her movements focused and mechanical. "E-Eleanor." The tent flap was lifted, and Josephine Lake stepped inside, holding a cup of water and moving with visible hesitation. "What is it?" Eleanor looked up and smiled gently. "I wanted to thank you," Josephine said as she handed her the cup, gratitude clear in her eyes. "If you hadn't pulled me back today, I would've been hit by that armored truck."

My eyes became wide as I instantly thought that everything was going to be ok, but then what shocked me more was when it was someone else that walked on the makeshift stage. “Hello everyone, thank you so much for being here. I know that it's a hard time for all of us, with Elio's current state. He had given me and his mother permission to continue to watch over this pack, until he is better. I have been here from day one, until things went south. You all know that I'm a good Alpha King, so there is nothing to worry about.” Josef said. Everyone clapped, cheering for him. Yes, he was good when he was in control, and that will only make things worse.

he volunteers. I shake my head. We observe each other in silence. He looks nothing like them. Josef is bald with brown eyes and beards that are slightly greying. There’s a calmness around him that makes people want to stay in his presence. Everyone but Ben. Josef takes a few more bites and stops pretending this isn’t bizarre. He stands. “I think I’ll go check on my wife.” “Can I go instead?” I blurt out.

Inside The Refugees registration and Interview Main Building, shouts of relief and cries of happiness were a normal occasions through out the day. people who first went into the room as Refugees comes out as the citizen of Aeternum, they waved their approved papers in the air and jumps, some were hugging the papers as their most treasured items in the entire worlds. It’s to be said as the happiest moment for most Refugees here. But at the same time there were also a few that instead of coming of the Interview Room with happiness, instead the ran out for their lives. And every time such things happened the people here didn’t even bothered to look at them nor even cared. Because everyone knows

"Rudolf replies as he quickly fixes himself and rushes outside. He closes the door to give Rhoda time to rest while Carina enjoys being with her grandmother in the coffee shop. "What is our problem?" Rudolf asks the visitors, who appear to be refugees from a distant land. "Pastor Rudolf, we are from the Philippines. We are missionaries sent by our international organization. We came here to inquire if you can accommodate our missionaries visiting different places to bless the world," the visitors say.

Joseph spun around to see one of the soldiers pointing a rifle at him. “Where do you think you’re going?” the soldier demanded, his voice sharp. Joseph raised his hands slightly, trying to keep his voice steady. “I have to go back.” he said showing them his ID card. The soldier frowned. “Are you out of your mind? The campus is suicide. No one’s going in or out, not after what we just went through.” “You don’t understand,” Joseph said, his voice rising. “I'm leaving right now and you are not going to stop me."

"Thanks for spending all night looking for me and putting off your work." "Don't worry about it. We're just glad you're safe," Ophite said. "I've sent Chelsea to get you some pasta. Have something warm to eat. It'll warm you up inside and out." Yosef had not told them about the villagers, and Zara did not mention it either. "Thanks, Mr. Moore." Yosef glanced up from the couch, his eyes cool and detached. "What about me? I was the one who brought you back, wasn't I?"

Joseph said as he cut off the line. I sighed in relieved, “after all, Joseph Fransisco is not that cruel person as how he is always potrays in public. After all he is part of my family too now.” I mumbled to myself. As I walked back to the documents on my table and settle some agrement too. Half an hour later, I heard a knock on my door, “come in!” I said. Then there is Miguel walked in with a smile on his face, “you look happy, what happened now?” I asked him.

I said with a sincere smile. “Anyone who knows how to heal and help others is welcome at the sanctuary,” Jhosep said without hesitation. It was easy to see that Izan had followed the example of his parents, and his parents of his grandparents. Jhosep was a man who went out of his way to help, perhaps too much, but he was someone who did not hesitate to integrate anyone. I knew right away that the core of his family was precious, and maybe that was what I needed to give my baby, the best of examples.

I don’t make any noise, for fear of distracting Reilly and Tariq from their work. When I’m breathing properly again he squeezes my shoulder. "He’s the strongest man I’ve ever met," Jozef says, quietly. "He’ll come back from this. He has too many reasons not to." "You can’t know that for certain." "Maybe not. But I’ve watched him be the strongest man I’ve ever met for as long as I’ve known him, and I’ve seen the way he loves you, and I’m betting on him making his way back to your side."