A boy of five years played in a field noticed a hole in the ground worth exploring a hiding place to show other children. He fell and fell like forever before the falling stopped. It was dark and cold he wanted to go was home. The boy cried out they would come and save him I must stay strong; he was strong falling asleep and waking up, stay strong, stay strong. five days is a long time for a boy of five. So, easy to succumb to the long sweet dream. The evening of the fifth day, the rescuers reached him, but it was too late. Morocco is mourning. For many of us, it was as hope for the future had vanished words do not cover our despair.