Anywhere he goes, people step aside. Parting like an ocean giving way to the king. Except he’s not treated with kindness. Because he’s always covered in cut and bruises.
“They should put that delinquent to jail,” said one of the women to her friend.
“Yes, he give this neighborhood a bad name.”
Yes, just like that everyone judged him, they hate how he wore those signs of beating like a badge, annoyed that he still walks with…
When I was a little girl, my grandfather told me, “Jen, remember there’s a spirit within everything,” he stretched his wrinkled fingers toward the mountains. “Even the grass and the trees got spirits, so be kind toward them. They will never fail you.”
Because grandpa was my favorite, I listened and treated everything with care. It was during my teens when I got lost in the forest with my sister. I heard a soft voice “this way.”