Friday Morning - Sun is up, and the streets have the occasional sounds of bicycles and street vendors passing by, he woke up early today, as he always did, i feel pity for the boy, all other boys his age go out and have fun and enjoy themselves, but he's too much of a good boy, always silent, always watching, rarely shouting or screaming.
I work for the little kid's father in the grocery shop they own, i organize the store, i buy stuff for the store and i deliver to people's houses, but i'm not meant to be a grocery shop boy for the rest of my life, this is just a temporary job till i finish my diploma, after which i'll get a desk job, and wear a suit everyday to work and have a nice house, where i call the grocery shop and have them deliver butter, jam and toast to my front door.
back to the little kid, for some reason i felt an urge to study that little boy, and what strengthened this interest was the school paper they asked of us, they asked us to prepare a paper on what it's like to be a boy, and it struck me right away, why not prepare the paper on my boss's son, he's a boy and a pretty peculiar one, if i may add.
and this is how it began....
