THE MIGHTINESS OF A CHILD IS HIS BEING UNKNOWN OF WHAT HE CAN BECOME

That day I walked along with a kid. A small ordinary boy who apparently has nothing exceptional except his constant laughing habit. He was a son of my cousin’s friend’s brother. Shian was his name, a typical of American name, though there was no any American or western country blood streaming in his vein. Then, through the following chronology I describe my short relationship with him.

It started in a hotel room, when he and his family came and prepare themselves to attend a wedding celebration. His dad was the elder brother’s bridegroom. When his parents left him for picking up their mom at a saloon, I only saw him and Bella (his sister), playing on the bed and laughing foolishly. They are sure not a typical bookworms. Subsequently, I grabbed Shian’s attention by involving myself to the interest of those age kids. I lifted him, got him feel like a bird flying. That kind of play was a beginning of his liking me.

The main part of a man-boy relationship began in the wedding hall, an hour and a half before the event started. We waited for the bride and the bridegroom coming. I invited him to see all things along the hall. There I saw an amazing will of a 3 or 4 year old boy for learning new things. I taught him some English. I taught him letters, how to write them, and surprisingly he was so fascinated. To be precise, I helped his finger to draw letters to form the words of what he saw.

Was it a success? Did he really learn? I have a great confidence in it. How could he not be so eager to know what a wonderful world he would see just a few moments ahead? Ensuring his capability was another significance as I described himself as an extraordinary boy, just as every other boy is. The unlimited possibility to change the world was on him, I added. It is true, however, I had convinced myself something that is so far from certain that he might be able to do something big to the world. I was afraid that it was even not a hope. Yet what matters more is that I managed to ignite a possibility for him, even though it was just a dim. Children are amazingly mystical.