He sat quietly at a corner, reclining to himself. His performance did not place him in a better room; neither did him any desire to prove himself better than the others. Those desires ate away. But, he had questions, questions that were hidden within him. There were questions revolving around his minds, but he never questioned them. He let them rumbled and tumbled; he knew they would pick up answers along the way.
"Are you a Christian?" he asked with a big grin, too eager to know. And that was the question that roused interests about them all, one simple marked question. It unveiled the eyes to see, but for him, he disappeared instantly. His figure was mysteriously gone from sight, in the fields, and even from the hallways.
He was only a story from a tale with this cheeky, little gentleman who just greeted playfully. One was solemn, the other was mischievous, but those weren't exactly the vocabulary supposedly used. They had been rowing the same boat all the while.
It was in the last days, he made his reappearance. He didn't do anything extraordinary. It was just one simple act... sweets. Not giving, but asking. Whether his intention was real or purely innocent, it impacted adults with this advice: keep your words. Kids remembered them.
Since, he could often be seen from afar, sometime peeking from where he was. He would wave a Hi and went on with his daily routine. But then, he would wave again. He anticipated in a smile or a response of any kind. Almost always mistaken a 'go away' with a 'come here' annoyingly, but managed to put up a cheer. Yet, all about him were a mystery.His friends were boys who asked questions. Friends questioned about their interests, idols and songs, almost swallowed by the material world. He had questions too, but nothing that had been asked was his. He didn’t shout nor blow his trumpet to seek the attention, he just earned it right there.Just right at that very moment, they told me his story. He reclined quietly, and managed a smile. In him was a boy tough as old boots.